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 23
... Thou conclud'st like the sanctimonious pirate , that went to sea with the Ten Command- ments , but scrap'd one out of the table . 2 Gent . Thou shalt not steal ? Lucio . Ay , that he raz'd . 1 Gent . Why , ' twas a commandment to ...
... Thou conclud'st like the sanctimonious pirate , that went to sea with the Ten Command- ments , but scrap'd one out of the table . 2 Gent . Thou shalt not steal ? Lucio . Ay , that he raz'd . 1 Gent . Why , ' twas a commandment to ...
Pagina 24
... Thou art the list . 1 Gent . And thou the velvet thou art good vel- vet ; thou art a three - pil'd piece , I warrant thee : I had as lief be a list of an English kersey , as be pil'd , as thou art pil'd , for a French velvet.3 Do I ...
... Thou art the list . 1 Gent . And thou the velvet thou art good vel- vet ; thou art a three - pil'd piece , I warrant thee : I had as lief be a list of an English kersey , as be pil'd , as thou art pil'd , for a French velvet.3 Do I ...
Pagina 41
... thou detest her therefore ? Elb . I say , sir , I will detest myself also , as well as she , that this house , if it be not a bawd's house , it is pity of her life , for it is a naughty house . Escal . How dost thou know that ...
... thou detest her therefore ? Elb . I say , sir , I will detest myself also , as well as she , that this house , if it be not a bawd's house , it is pity of her life , for it is a naughty house . Escal . How dost thou know that ...
Pagina 44
... thou caitiff ! O thou varlet ! O thou wick- ed Hannibal ! I respected with her , before I was married to her ? If ever I was respected with her , or she with me , let not your worship think me the poor Duke's officer : Prove this , thou ...
... thou caitiff ! O thou varlet ! O thou wick- ed Hannibal ! I respected with her , before I was married to her ? If ever I was respected with her , or she with me , let not your worship think me the poor Duke's officer : Prove this , thou ...
Pagina 45
William Shakespeare Henry Norman Hudson. thee thou art to continue now , thou varlet ; thou art to continue . Escal . Where were you born , friend ? Froth . Here in Vienna , sir . Escal . Are you of fourscore pounds a year ? Froth . Yes ...
William Shakespeare Henry Norman Hudson. thee thou art to continue now , thou varlet ; thou art to continue . Escal . Where were you born , friend ? Froth . Here in Vienna , sir . Escal . Are you of fourscore pounds a year ? Froth . Yes ...
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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
Populaire passages
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.