The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, 3. köideF.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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Page 208
... partly in the Usurper's Court , and partly in the Forest of Arden . * The list of the persons being omitted in the old editions , was added by Mr. Rowe . JOHNSON . AS YOU LIKE IT . ACT I. SCENE I. An PERSONS REPRESENTED.* ...
... partly in the Usurper's Court , and partly in the Forest of Arden . * The list of the persons being omitted in the old editions , was added by Mr. Rowe . JOHNSON . AS YOU LIKE IT . ACT I. SCENE I. An PERSONS REPRESENTED.* ...
Page 213
... forest of Ar- den , and a many merry men with him ; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England : they ... forest of Arden , ] Ardenne is a forest of consider- able extent in French Flanders , lying near the Meuse , and be ...
... forest of Ar- den , and a many merry men with him ; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England : they ... forest of Arden , ] Ardenne is a forest of consider- able extent in French Flanders , lying near the Meuse , and be ...
Page 230
... blow is mentioned in Romeo and Juliet ; and in King Henry V. the Boy says : - " As young as I am , I have observed these three swashers ; " meaning Nym , Pistol , and Bardolph . ACT II . SCENE I. The Forest of Arden . 230 AS YOU LIKE IT .
... blow is mentioned in Romeo and Juliet ; and in King Henry V. the Boy says : - " As young as I am , I have observed these three swashers ; " meaning Nym , Pistol , and Bardolph . ACT II . SCENE I. The Forest of Arden . 230 AS YOU LIKE IT .
Page 231
... Forest of Arden . Enter Duke senior , AMIENS , and other Lords , in the dress of Foresters . Duke S. Now , my co - mates , and brothers in exíle , Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these ...
... Forest of Arden . Enter Duke senior , AMIENS , and other Lords , in the dress of Foresters . Duke S. Now , my co - mates , and brothers in exíle , Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these ...
Page 237
... Forest of Arden . Enter ROSALIND in boy's clothes , CELIA drest like a Shepherdess , and TOUCHSTONE . Ros . O Jupiter ! how weary are my spirits ! Touch . I care not for my spirits , if my legs were not weary . Ros . I could find in my ...
... Forest of Arden . Enter ROSALIND in boy's clothes , CELIA drest like a Shepherdess , and TOUCHSTONE . Ros . O Jupiter ! how weary are my spirits ! Touch . I care not for my spirits , if my legs were not weary . Ros . I could find in my ...
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Page 105 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Page 231 - Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 249 - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Page 249 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Page 125 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian : But more, for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
Page 127 - Shylock, we would have monies', You say so; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard, And foot me, as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold; monies is your suit. What should I say to you? Should I not say, Hath a dog money? is it possible, A cur can lend three thousand ducats'?
Page 188 - Nay, take my life and all, pardon not that : You take my house, when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house ; you take my life, When you do take the means whereby I live.
Page 117 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Page 192 - The moon shines bright: — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Page 245 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.