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Pagina 6
... , the heat- ing of the oven , and the baking ; nay , you must stay the cooling too , or you may chance to burn your lips . Tro . Patience herself , what goddess e'er she be , Doth lesser blench at sufferance than I do . At.
... , the heat- ing of the oven , and the baking ; nay , you must stay the cooling too , or you may chance to burn your lips . Tro . Patience herself , what goddess e'er she be , Doth lesser blench at sufferance than I do . At.
Pagina 7
... doth light a storm— ( 5 ) Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile : But sorrow , that is couch'd in seeming gladness , Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness . Pan . An her hair were not somewhat darker than Helen's , -well , go ...
... doth light a storm— ( 5 ) Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile : But sorrow , that is couch'd in seeming gladness , Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness . Pan . An her hair were not somewhat darker than Helen's , -well , go ...
Pagina 16
... d , beseech : ( 14 ) Then , though my heart's content firm love doth bear , Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . The Grecian camp . Before AGAMEMNON'S tent 16 [ ACT I. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA .
... d , beseech : ( 14 ) Then , though my heart's content firm love doth bear , Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . The Grecian camp . Before AGAMEMNON'S tent 16 [ ACT I. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA .
Pagina 18
... Doth valour's show and valour's worth divide In storms of fortune : for in her ray and brightness The herd hath more annoyance by the breese Than by the tiger ; but when the splitting wind Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks , And ...
... Doth valour's show and valour's worth divide In storms of fortune : for in her ray and brightness The herd hath more annoyance by the breese Than by the tiger ; but when the splitting wind Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks , And ...
Pagina 21
... doth think it rich To hear the wooden dialogue and sound ' Twixt his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldage , — Such to - be - pitied and o'er - wrested ( 27 ) seeming He acts thy greatness in : and when he speaks , ' Tis like a chime a ...
... doth think it rich To hear the wooden dialogue and sound ' Twixt his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldage , — Such to - be - pitied and o'er - wrested ( 27 ) seeming He acts thy greatness in : and when he speaks , ' Tis like a chime a ...
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The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of ..., Volume 6 William Shakespeare Volledige weergave - 1883 |
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