The Works of William Shakespeare: The tempest. The two gentlemen of Verona. The merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure. The comedy of errorsMacmillan, 1863 - 1075 pagina's |
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Pagina 71
... marry now Capell . 81. in ] of Hanmer . 86. you are ] you're Pope . 100. countenance ] count'nance F , QF3 F4 countnance F2 101. [ Aside . ] Rowe . That you are like to Sir Vincentio . His name SCENE II . ] THE TAMING OF THE SHREW . 71.
... marry now Capell . 81. in ] of Hanmer . 86. you are ] you're Pope . 100. countenance ] count'nance F , QF3 F4 countnance F2 101. [ Aside . ] Rowe . That you are like to Sir Vincentio . His name SCENE II . ] THE TAMING OF THE SHREW . 71.
Pagina 108
... Count of Rousillon . LAFEU3 , an old lord . PAROLLES , a follower of Bertram . Steward , LAVACHE , a Clown , A Page . servants to the Countess of Rousillon . COUNTESS OF ROUSILLON , mother to Bertram . HELENA , a gentlewoman protected ...
... Count of Rousillon . LAFEU3 , an old lord . PAROLLES , a follower of Bertram . Steward , LAVACHE , a Clown , A Page . servants to the Countess of Rousillon . COUNTESS OF ROUSILLON , mother to Bertram . HELENA , a gentlewoman protected ...
Pagina 109
... Count's palace . Enter BERTRAM , the COUNTESS of ROUSILLON , HELENA , and LAFEU , all in black . Count . In delivering my son from me , I bury a second husband . Ber . And I in going , madam , weep o'er my father's death anew : but I ...
... Count's palace . Enter BERTRAM , the COUNTESS of ROUSILLON , HELENA , and LAFEU , all in black . Count . In delivering my son from me , I bury a second husband . Ber . And I in going , madam , weep o'er my father's death anew : but I ...
Pagina 110
... Count . This young gentlewoman had a father , —O , that ' had ' ! how sad a passage ' tis ! -whose skill was almost as great as his honesty ; had it stretched so far , would have made nature immortal , and death should have play for ...
... Count . This young gentlewoman had a father , —O , that ' had ' ! how sad a passage ' tis ! -whose skill was almost as great as his honesty ; had it stretched so far , would have made nature immortal , and death should have play for ...
Pagina 111
... Count . If the living be enemy to the grief , the excess makes it soon mortal . Ber . Madam , I desire your holy wishes . 45 50 Laf . How understand we that ? Count . Be thou blest , Bertram , and succeed thy father 55 In manners , as ...
... Count . If the living be enemy to the grief , the excess makes it soon mortal . Ber . Madam , I desire your holy wishes . 45 50 Laf . How understand we that ? Count . Be thou blest , Bertram , and succeed thy father 55 In manners , as ...
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Pagina 377 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one!
Pagina 376 - But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Pagina 112 - Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.
Pagina 250 - ... be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.
Pagina 180 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Pagina 252 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.