The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions: Measure for measure. Much ado about nothing. Midsummer-night's dream. Love's labour's lostEstes and Lauriat, 1883 |
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Pagina 25
... meet me two hours since ; and he was ever precise in promise - keeping . 2 Gent . Besides , you know , it draws something near to the speech we had to such a purpose . 1 Gent . But , most of all , agreeing with the proc- lamation ...
... meet me two hours since ; and he was ever precise in promise - keeping . 2 Gent . Besides , you know , it draws something near to the speech we had to such a purpose . 1 Gent . But , most of all , agreeing with the proc- lamation ...
Pagina 29
... meet to hide our love , Till time had made them for us . But it chances , The stealth of our most mutual entertainment With character too gross is writ on Juliet . Lucio . With child , perhaps ? Claud . Unhappily , even so . And the new ...
... meet to hide our love , Till time had made them for us . But it chances , The stealth of our most mutual entertainment With character too gross is writ on Juliet . Lucio . With child , perhaps ? Claud . Unhappily , even so . And the new ...
Pagina 30
... meet with the phrases , " so prone and fit , " and prone or apt . " So that the meaning appears to be , 66 There is an 66 apt and silent eloquence in her looks , such as moves men . " H. 11 Tick - tack , from the French tric - trac ...
... meet with the phrases , " so prone and fit , " and prone or apt . " So that the meaning appears to be , 66 There is an 66 apt and silent eloquence in her looks , such as moves men . " H. 11 Tick - tack , from the French tric - trac ...
Pagina 49
... meet the blow of justice ; For which I would not plead , but that I must ; For which I must not plead , but that I am At war ' twixt will and will not . Ang . Well ; the matter ? Isab . I have a brother is condemn'd to die : I do ...
... meet the blow of justice ; For which I would not plead , but that I must ; For which I must not plead , but that I am At war ' twixt will and will not . Ang . Well ; the matter ? Isab . I have a brother is condemn'd to die : I do ...
Pagina 57
... meet so , daughter : But lest you do repent , As that the sin hath brought you to this shame , - Which sorrow is always towards ourselves , not Heaven ; Showing , we would not serve Heaven as we love it , But as we stand in fear ...
... meet so , daughter : But lest you do repent , As that the sin hath brought you to this shame , - Which sorrow is always towards ourselves , not Heaven ; Showing , we would not serve Heaven as we love it , But as we stand in fear ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Armado Athens Bawd Beat Beatrice Benedick Biron Bora brother Claud Claudio Cost Costard death Demetrius Dogb dost doth dream Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father fear fool Friar gentle Gentlemen of Verona give grace hand hath hear heart Heaven Helena Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Isab John Kath King lady Leon Leonato look lord Angelo Love's Labour's Lost lovers Lucio Lysander maid marry master Master constable means Measure for Measure merry moon Moth never night Oberon offend pardon passage Pedro play Poet's Pompey pray prince Prov Provost Puck Pyramus Quin SCENE sense Shakespeare signior sing sleep soul speak sweet tell thee there's Theseus thing Thisby thou art Tita Titania to-morrow tongue troth true Twelfth Night What's woman word
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Pagina 71 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling...
Pagina 458 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Pagina 267 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Pagina 283 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Pagina 51 - 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.
Pagina 275 - Swifter than the moon's sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be : In their gold coats spots you see ; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours : I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Pagina 336 - Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth its sprite, In the church-way paths to glide...
Pagina 459 - 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 328 - Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination ; That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy ; Or, in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush suppos'da bear ! Hip.
Pagina 87 - Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again Bring again; Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, Sealed in vain.