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 15
... Kath . I pray you , sir , is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid ! how mean you that ? no mates for you , Unless you were of gentler , milder mould . Kath . I'faith , sir , you shall never need to ...
... Kath . I pray you , sir , is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid ! how mean you that ? no mates for you , Unless you were of gentler , milder mould . Kath . I'faith , sir , you shall never need to ...
Pagina 16
... Kath . A pretty peat ! it is best Put finger in the eye , an she knew why . Bian . Sister , content you in my discontent . 70 75 115 80 Sir , to your pleasure humbly I subscribe : My books and instruments shall be my company , On them ...
... Kath . A pretty peat ! it is best Put finger in the eye , an she knew why . Bian . Sister , content you in my discontent . 70 75 115 80 Sir , to your pleasure humbly I subscribe : My books and instruments shall be my company , On them ...
Pagina 17
... Kath . Why , and I trust I may go too , may I not ? What , shall I be appointed hours ; as though , belike , I knew not what to take , and what to leave , ha ? [ Exit . Gre . You may go to the devil's dam : your gifts are so 105 good ...
... Kath . Why , and I trust I may go too , may I not ? What , shall I be appointed hours ; as though , belike , I knew not what to take , and what to leave , ha ? [ Exit . Gre . You may go to the devil's dam : your gifts are so 105 good ...
Pagina 32
... Kath . Of all thy suitors , here I charge thee , tell Whom thou lovest best : see thou dissemble not . Bian . Believe me , sister , of all the men alive I never yet beheld that special face 270. beholding ] beholden Rowe . 272. contrive ...
... Kath . Of all thy suitors , here I charge thee , tell Whom thou lovest best : see thou dissemble not . Bian . Believe me , sister , of all the men alive I never yet beheld that special face 270. beholding ] beholden Rowe . 272. contrive ...
Pagina 33
... Kath . Minion , thou liest . Is't not Hortensio ? Bian . If you affect him , sister , here I swear I'll plead for you myself , but you shall have him . Kath . O then , belike , you fancy riches more : You will have Gremio to keep you ...
... Kath . Minion , thou liest . Is't not Hortensio ? Bian . If you affect him , sister , here I swear I'll plead for you myself , but you shall have him . Kath . O then , belike , you fancy riches more : You will have Gremio to keep you ...
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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.