The Works of William Shakespeare: The Text Formed from an Entirely New Collation of the Old Editions : with the Various Readings, Notes, a Life of the Poet, and a History of the Early English Stage, Том 1Whittaker & Company, 1844 |
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... Quick natvre dide : whose name doth deck ys Tombe Far more then cost ; sieth all yt he hath writt Leaves living art bvt page to serve his witt Obiit año Do1 . 1616 . Ætatis . 53. die 23 Ap " . " On a flat grave - stone in front of the ...
... Quick natvre dide : whose name doth deck ys Tombe Far more then cost ; sieth all yt he hath writt Leaves living art bvt page to serve his witt Obiit año Do1 . 1616 . Ætatis . 53. die 23 Ap " . " On a flat grave - stone in front of the ...
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... quick hunting . " Either will answer the purpose here ; but Shakespeare having him- self warranted the latter meaning of " trash , " we seem bound to adopt that in preference , and to take the sense to be that Antonio knew " whom to ad ...
... quick hunting . " Either will answer the purpose here ; but Shakespeare having him- self warranted the latter meaning of " trash , " we seem bound to adopt that in preference , and to take the sense to be that Antonio knew " whom to ad ...
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... is assigned to Prospero , and no doubt rightly : in the first and later folios it is given to Miranda , to whom it is evident it could not belong . Fetch us in fuel ; and be quick , thou'rt SCENE II . ] 25 THE TEMPEST .
... is assigned to Prospero , and no doubt rightly : in the first and later folios it is given to Miranda , to whom it is evident it could not belong . Fetch us in fuel ; and be quick , thou'rt SCENE II . ] 25 THE TEMPEST .
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... quick , thou'rt best , To answer other business . Shrug'st thou , malice ? If thou neglect'st , or dost unwillingly What I command , I'll rack thee with old cramps ; Fill all thy bones with aches ; make thee roar , That beasts shall ...
... quick , thou'rt best , To answer other business . Shrug'st thou , malice ? If thou neglect'st , or dost unwillingly What I command , I'll rack thee with old cramps ; Fill all thy bones with aches ; make thee roar , That beasts shall ...
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... quick freshes are . Ste . Trinculo , run into no farther danger : interrupt the monster one word farther , and , by this hand , I'll turn my mercy out of doors , and make a stock - fish of thee . Trin . Why , what did I ? I did nothing ...
... quick freshes are . Ste . Trinculo , run into no farther danger : interrupt the monster one word farther , and , by this hand , I'll turn my mercy out of doors , and make a stock - fish of thee . Trin . Why , what did I ? I did nothing ...
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