The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copies Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq., and Edmond Malone, Esq., with Mr. Malone's Various Readings; a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, and a Life of Shakspeare; by Alexander Chalmers, F.S.A.
Longman and Company, 1856
Heaven give thee moving graces ! Ang . Condemn the fault , and not the actor of
it ! ... Must he needs die ? Ang . Maiden , no remedy . Isab . Yes ; I do think that
you might pardon him , And neither heaven , nor man , grieve at the mercy .
I would to heaven I had your potency , And you were Isabel ! should it then be
thus ? No ; I would tell what ' twere to be a judge , And what a prisoner . Lucio . Ay
, touch him : there ' s the vein . [ Aside . Ang . Your brother is a forfeit of the law ...
Even for our kitchens We kill the fowl of season ; shall we serve heaven With less
respect than we do minister To our gross selves ? Good , good my lord , bethink
you : Who is it that hath died for this offence ? There ' s many have committed it .
Could great men thunder As Jove himself does , Jove would ne ' er be quiet , For
every pelting ' , petty officer , Would use his heaven for thunder : nothing but
thunder . Merciful heaven ! Thou rather , with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt , Split
' st ...
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לא מצאנו ביקורות במקומות הרגילים
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
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