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 4
... fool : if Echo were as fleet , 25 I would esteem him worth a dozen such . But sup them well and look unto them all : To - morrow I intend to hunt again . First Hun . I will , my lord . Lord . What's here ? one dead , or drunk ? See ...
... fool : if Echo were as fleet , 25 I would esteem him worth a dozen such . But sup them well and look unto them all : To - morrow I intend to hunt again . First Hun . I will , my lord . Lord . What's here ? one dead , or drunk ? See ...
Pagina 16
... fool . To comb your noddle with a three - legg'd stool 65 Hor . From all such devils , good Lord deliver us ! Gre . And me too , good Lord ! Tra . Husht , master ! here's some good pastime toward : That wench is stark mad or wonderful ...
... fool . To comb your noddle with a three - legg'd stool 65 Hor . From all such devils , good Lord deliver us ! Gre . And me too , good Lord ! Tra . Husht , master ! here's some good pastime toward : That wench is stark mad or wonderful ...
Pagina 17
... fool to be married to hell ? Hor . Tush , Gremio , though it pass your patience and 98. liberal ] liberal , Ff Q. 102-104 . Printed in Ff Q as four lines , ending not ? .... though ... take , ... Ha ; as prose by Pope ; by Capell as ...
... fool to be married to hell ? Hor . Tush , Gremio , though it pass your patience and 98. liberal ] liberal , Ff Q. 102-104 . Printed in Ff Q as four lines , ending not ? .... though ... take , ... Ha ; as prose by Pope ; by Capell as ...
Pagina 40
... fool could find it where it lies . Pet . Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting ? In his tail . Kath . In his tongue . Pet . Whose tongue ? Kath . Yours , if you talk of tails : and so farewell . 210 Pet . What , with my tongue ...
... fool could find it where it lies . Pet . Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting ? In his tail . Kath . In his tongue . Pet . Whose tongue ? Kath . Yours , if you talk of tails : and so farewell . 210 Pet . What , with my tongue ...
Pagina 41
... sour ] so sour Theobald . 245. does ] doth Rowe . ( ed . 2 ) . 240. askance ] Capell . a sconce F1 Q a scance F2 F3 F4 . ascance Rowe 235 240 245 Kath . Go , fool , and whom thou keep'st SCENE I. ] THE TAMING OF THE SHREW . 4I.
... sour ] so sour Theobald . 245. does ] doth Rowe . ( ed . 2 ) . 240. askance ] Capell . a sconce F1 Q a scance F2 F3 F4 . ascance Rowe 235 240 245 Kath . Go , fool , and whom thou keep'st SCENE I. ] THE TAMING OF THE SHREW . 4I.
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Populaire passages
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.