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
... poor cur is emboss'd ; 15 And couple Clowder with the deep - mouth'd brach . Saw'st thou not , boy , how Silver made it good At the hedge - corner , in the coldest fault ? I would not lose the dog for twenty pound . He cried upon it at ...
... poor cur is emboss'd ; 15 And couple Clowder with the deep - mouth'd brach . Saw'st thou not , boy , how Silver made it good At the hedge - corner , in the coldest fault ? I would not lose the dog for twenty pound . He cried upon it at ...
Pagina 5
... poor , Rowe ( ed . 1 ) . And ... he's poor , Rowe ( ed . 2 ) . And ... he is , -Theobald . And ... he's Sly , Johnson conj . And when he says what he is , Long conj . MS . When he says what he is , Collier MS . he is , Jackson conj ...
... poor , Rowe ( ed . 1 ) . And ... he's poor , Rowe ( ed . 2 ) . And ... he is , -Theobald . And ... he's Sly , Johnson conj . And when he says what he is , Long conj . MS . When he says what he is , Collier MS . he is , Jackson conj ...
Pagina 7
... poor and loathsome beggar : And if the boy have not a woman's gift To rain a shower of commanded tears , 98. A Player . ] Plai . F , F2 . Play . Q. Pla . F3 F4 . 1. P. Capell . 99. See note ( v ) . ΙΟΙ . And ... one ] omitted by Rowe ...
... poor and loathsome beggar : And if the boy have not a woman's gift To rain a shower of commanded tears , 98. A Player . ] Plai . F , F2 . Play . Q. Pla . F3 F4 . 1. P. Capell . 99. See note ( v ) . ΙΟΙ . And ... one ] omitted by Rowe ...
Pagina 33
... Poor girl ! she weeps . Go ply thy needle ; meddle not with her . For shame , thou hilding of a devilish spirit , Why dost thou wrong her . that did ne'er wrong thee ? When did she cross thee with a bitter word ? Kath . Her silence ...
... Poor girl ! she weeps . Go ply thy needle ; meddle not with her . For shame , thou hilding of a devilish spirit , Why dost thou wrong her . that did ne'er wrong thee ? When did she cross thee with a bitter word ? Kath . Her silence ...
Pagina 35
... poor petitioners , speak too : Baccare ! you are marvellous forward . Pet . O , pardon me , Signior Gremio ; I would fain be doing . Gre . I doubt it not , sir ; but you will curse your wooing . Neighbour , this is a gift very grateful ...
... poor petitioners , speak too : Baccare ! you are marvellous forward . Pet . O , pardon me , Signior Gremio ; I would fain be doing . Gre . I doubt it not , sir ; but you will curse your wooing . Neighbour , this is a gift very grateful ...
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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.