A Dictionary of the Language of Shakspeare, Volume 70John Russell Smith, 1868 - 374 pages |
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... noble mind abrook The abject people gazing on thy face With envious looks , still laughing at thy shame . Henry 6 , P. 2 , ii . 4 . ABRUPTION . Interruption ; pause . What should they grant ? what makes this pretty abruption ? Troilus ...
... noble mind abrook The abject people gazing on thy face With envious looks , still laughing at thy shame . Henry 6 , P. 2 , ii . 4 . ABRUPTION . Interruption ; pause . What should they grant ? what makes this pretty abruption ? Troilus ...
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... noble ; For all the accommodations that thou bear'st Are nurs'd by baseness . Measure for Measure , iii . 1 . ACCOMPLICE . A friend ; a companion ; an ally . Success unto our valiant general , And happiness to his accomplices ! Henry 6 ...
... noble ; For all the accommodations that thou bear'st Are nurs'd by baseness . Measure for Measure , iii . 1 . ACCOMPLICE . A friend ; a companion ; an ally . Success unto our valiant general , And happiness to his accomplices ! Henry 6 ...
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... noble to conserve a life Henry 8 , i . 1 . In base appliances . Measure for Measure , iii . 1 . Diseases desperate grown By desperate appliance are reliev'd . Hamlet , iv . 3 . With all appliances and means to boot . Henry 4 , P. 2 ...
... noble to conserve a life Henry 8 , i . 1 . In base appliances . Measure for Measure , iii . 1 . Diseases desperate grown By desperate appliance are reliev'd . Hamlet , iv . 3 . With all appliances and means to boot . Henry 4 , P. 2 ...
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... noble strain , of approved valour , and confirmed honesty . Much Ado about Nothing , ii . 1 . Not to knit my soul to an approvèd wanton . Ibid . iv . 1 . True swains in love shall , in the world to come , Approve their truths by Troilus ...
... noble strain , of approved valour , and confirmed honesty . Much Ado about Nothing , ii . 1 . Not to knit my soul to an approvèd wanton . Ibid . iv . 1 . True swains in love shall , in the world to come , Approve their truths by Troilus ...
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... noble duke my master , My worthy arch and patron , comes to - night . A - ROW . ARGOSY . A merchantman ; a trading vessel . There , where your argosies with portly sail Do overpeer the petty traffickers . Merchant of Venice , i . 1 ...
... noble duke my master , My worthy arch and patron , comes to - night . A - ROW . ARGOSY . A merchantman ; a trading vessel . There , where your argosies with portly sail Do overpeer the petty traffickers . Merchant of Venice , i . 1 ...
Common terms and phrases
All's Antony and Cleopatra arms bear blood breath Caesar Comedy of Errors Coriolanus Cymbeline dear death deed dost doth duke ears ends eyes face fair false father favour fear fellow fool fortune Gentlemen of Verona give grace grief Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Henry honour Ibid Julius Cæsar keep King John King Lear knave lady live look lord Love's Labour's lost Macbeth master means Measure for Measure Merchant of Venice Merry Wives Midsummer-Night's Dream mind nature never noble o'er Othello poor prince queen Richard Romeo and Juliet shame Shrew soul speak spirit stand strange sweet sword Taming tell Tempest tender thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought Timon of Athens tongue Troilus and Cressida Twelfth Night unto wanton Winter's Tale withal Wives of Windsor word worth youth
Popular passages
Page 150 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus; but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Page 283 - I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Page 41 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Page 150 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Page 245 - Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see, The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds...
Page 256 - ... accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 121 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Page 230 - Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Page 132 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Page 364 - Empire fall: here is my space, Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike Feeds beast as man; the nobleness of life Is to do thus: when such a mutual pair, And such a twain can do't, in which I bind On pain of punishment, the world to weet We stand up peerless.