The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 1Bickers, 1874 |
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Pagina xx
... never anxious to put forth the whole of his resources , -to show how abundantly he could depict it ; he was intent only on depicting it faithfully , truly , naturally . This is why he never overdoes anything ; this is why he has no ...
... never anxious to put forth the whole of his resources , -to show how abundantly he could depict it ; he was intent only on depicting it faithfully , truly , naturally . This is why he never overdoes anything ; this is why he has no ...
Pagina 15
... never empty ; Vines , with clust'ring bunches growing ; Plants , with goodly burden bowing ; Spring come to you , at the farthest , In the very end of harvest ! Scarcity and want shall shun you ; Ceres ' blessing so is on you . Fer ...
... never empty ; Vines , with clust'ring bunches growing ; Plants , with goodly burden bowing ; Spring come to you , at the farthest , In the very end of harvest ! Scarcity and want shall shun you ; Ceres ' blessing so is on you . Fer ...
Pagina 27
... never undone , till he be hang'd ; nor never wel- come to a place , till some certain shot be paid , and the hostess say , " Welcome . " Speed . Come on , you mad - cap , I'll to the ale- house with you presently ; where , for one shot ...
... never undone , till he be hang'd ; nor never wel- come to a place , till some certain shot be paid , and the hostess say , " Welcome . " Speed . Come on , you mad - cap , I'll to the ale- house with you presently ; where , for one shot ...
Pagina 36
... never trust thee more , But count the world a stranger for thy sake . The private wound is deepest . O time most curst ! ' Mongst all foes , that a friend should be the worst ! Pro . My shame and guilt confound me.— Forgive me ...
... never trust thee more , But count the world a stranger for thy sake . The private wound is deepest . O time most curst ! ' Mongst all foes , that a friend should be the worst ! Pro . My shame and guilt confound me.— Forgive me ...
Pagina 44
... never have boarded me in this fury . Mrs Ford . Boarding , call you it ? I'll be sure to keep him above deck . Mrs Page . So will I : if he come under my hatches , I'll never to sea again . Let's be revenged on him : let's appoint him a ...
... never have boarded me in this fury . Mrs Ford . Boarding , call you it ? I'll be sure to keep him above deck . Mrs Page . So will I : if he come under my hatches , I'll never to sea again . Let's be revenged on him : let's appoint him a ...
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The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Edited from the Folio ..., Volume 1 William Shakespeare Volledige weergave - 1868 |
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Pagina 353 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As. in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious: Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard, no man cried, God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home: But dust was thrown upon his sacred head : Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, — His face...
Pagina 324 - Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; But you, at your sick service, had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love, And call it cunning. Do, an' if you will ; If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, Why, then you must.
Pagina 9 - A strange fish ! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man : when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a man ! and his fins like arms ! Warm o...
Pagina 147 - 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 crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Pagina 72 - In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling ! 'tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Pagina 179 - You see me, Lord Bassanio, where I stand, Such as I am: though for myself alone I would not be ambitious in my wish To wish myself much better, yet for you I would be trebled twenty times myself, A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times More rich; That only to stand high in your account, I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends, Exceed account.
Pagina viii - Many were the wit-combats betwixt him and Ben Jonson; which two I behold like a Spanish great galleon and an English man-of-war; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning; solid, but slow, in his performances. Shakespeare, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.