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 3
... look in the chronicles ; we came in with Richard Conqueror . There- fore paucas pallabris ; let the world slide : sessa ! Host . You will not pay for the glasses you have burst ? Sly . No , not a denier . cold bed , and warm thee . Go ...
... look in the chronicles ; we came in with Richard Conqueror . There- fore paucas pallabris ; let the world slide : sessa ! Host . You will not pay for the glasses you have burst ? Sly . No , not a denier . cold bed , and warm thee . Go ...
Pagina 4
... 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 , doth he breathe ? Sec . Hun . He breathes , my lord . Were he not warm'd with ale , 30 This were a ...
... 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 , doth he breathe ? Sec . Hun . He breathes , my lord . Were he not warm'd with ale , 30 This were a ...
Pagina 9
... look through the overleather . Lord . Heaven cease this idle humour in your honour ! O , that a mighty man of such descent , Of such possessions and so high esteem , Should be infused with so foul a spirit ! Sly . What , would you make ...
... look through the overleather . Lord . Heaven cease this idle humour in your honour ! O , that a mighty man of such descent , Of such possessions and so high esteem , Should be infused with so foul a spirit ! Sly . What , would you make ...
Pagina 16
... look and practise by myself . My books and instruments shall be my company , Luc . Hark , Tranio ! thou may'st hear Minerva speak . Hor . Signior Baptista , will you be so strange ? 85 Gre . Why will you mew her up , Sorry am I that our ...
... look and practise by myself . My books and instruments shall be my company , Luc . Hark , Tranio ! thou may'st hear Minerva speak . Hor . Signior Baptista , will you be so strange ? 85 Gre . Why will you mew her up , Sorry am I that our ...
Pagina 19
... look'd so longly on the maid , Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all . Luc . O yes , I saw sweet beauty in her face , Such as the daughter of Agenor had , 160 That made great Jove to humble him to her hand , When with his knees ...
... look'd so longly on the maid , Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all . Luc . O yes , I saw sweet beauty in her face , Such as the daughter of Agenor had , 160 That made great Jove to humble him to her hand , When with his knees ...
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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.