Shakespeare's Testamentary LanguageLongmans, Green, and Company, 1869 - 56 pagine |
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AIGBURTH APPENDIX bequest of soul Berlin Society Cæsar Campbell's cautele under heaven chattels child Civil Lawe cleave commit common law custom death differeth disposing divers doth executor Faerie Queene former furor or insanitie generall hath heir heir-looms Henrie Swinburn Herne the hunter honour Illustrated by Old insanitie of minde inventoried label Laertes lands Launce legacie legatarie Lex Scripta London Lord Campbell Macbeth Madfolkes maie ment Merchant of Venice Old Authors passage personal property praise province of Yorke real property Richard II Romeo and Juliet sense Shakespeare a Lawyer Shakespeare Illustrated Shakespeare's Legal Maxims SHAKESPEARE'S TESTAMENTARY LANGUAGE sick in body signification single bond souldier speak Sprachen Swin Swinburn tenements Testament and Last testator dooth testator having bequeathed testator saie thee thing thou Timon of Athens tuition tutor Twelfth Night unthrifte unto whereof wife WILLIAM LOWES RUSHTON word bequeath word devise
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Pagina 26 - Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M.
Pagina 32 - Think it no more: For nature, crescent, does not grow alone In thews, and bulk; but, as this temple waxes, The inward service of the mind and soul Grows wide withal.
Pagina 10 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Pagina 43 - If there's a hole in a' your coats, I rede you tent it : A chield's amang you taking notes, And, faith, he'll prent it. If in your bounds ye chance to light Upon a fine, fat, fodgel wight, O...
Pagina 3 - Caesar loved you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad : 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For if you should, O, what would come of it ! 4 Cit.
Pagina 3 - Have patience, gentle friends; I must not read it : It is not meet you know how Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men, And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For if you should, O ! what would come of it ? 4 Cit.