The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 3Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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Pagina 9
... Exit . Sly . Third , or fourth , or fifth borough , I'll answer him by law : I'll not budge an inch , boy ; let him come , and kindly . [ Lies down on the ground , and falls asleep . [ 1 ] To pheese or fease , is to separate a twist ...
... Exit . Sly . Third , or fourth , or fifth borough , I'll answer him by law : I'll not budge an inch , boy ; let him come , and kindly . [ Lies down on the ground , and falls asleep . [ 1 ] To pheese or fease , is to separate a twist ...
Pagina 13
... Exit Servan . I know , the boy will well usurp the grace , Voice , gait , and action of a gentlewoman : I long to hear him call the drunkard , husband ; And how my men will stay themselves from laughter , When they do homage to this ...
... Exit Servan . I know , the boy will well usurp the grace , Voice , gait , and action of a gentlewoman : I long to hear him call the drunkard , husband ; And how my men will stay themselves from laughter , When they do homage to this ...
Pagina 19
... Exit BIANC -And for I know , she taketh most delight In music , instruments , and poetry , Schoolmasters will I keep within my house , Fit to instruct her youth . If you , Hortensio , - Or signior Gremio , you , -know any such , Prefer ...
... Exit BIANC -And for I know , she taketh most delight In music , instruments , and poetry , Schoolmasters will I keep within my house , Fit to instruct her youth . If you , Hortensio , - Or signior Gremio , you , -know any such , Prefer ...
Pagina 31
... Exit BIANC Kath . Will you not suffer me ? Nay , now I see , She is your treasure , she must have a husband ; I must dance bare - foot on her wedding - day , And , for your love to her , lead apes in hell.6 Talk not to me ; I will go ...
... Exit BIANC Kath . Will you not suffer me ? Nay , now I see , She is your treasure , she must have a husband ; I must dance bare - foot on her wedding - day , And , for your love to her , lead apes in hell.6 Talk not to me ; I will go ...
Pagina 44
... Exit . Hor . But I have cause to pry into this pedant ; Methinks , he looks as though he were in love : - Yet if thy thoughts , Bianca , be so humble , To cast thy wand'ring eyes on every stale , Seize thee , that list ... Exit . Exit.
... Exit . Hor . But I have cause to pry into this pedant ; Methinks , he looks as though he were in love : - Yet if thy thoughts , Bianca , be so humble , To cast thy wand'ring eyes on every stale , Seize thee , that list ... Exit . Exit.
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The works of William Shakespeare: The plays edited from the folio ..., Volume 3 William Shakespeare Volledige weergave - 1859 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Antigonus Autolycus Banquo Baptista better Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO blood Bohemia Camillo Clown Count daughter death doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fleance fool Gent gentleman give Gremio Grumio hand hath hear heart heaven honour Hortensio Illyria is't JOHNS JOHNSON Kate Kath KATHARINA king knave lady Leontes look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam maid Malvolio marry master mean mistress never noble Padua Petruchio pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Rosse Rousillon SCENE servant Shakspeare Shep signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH Sirrah speak STEEV swear sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Tranio WARB weird sisters What's wife WINTER'S TALE Witch woman word
Populaire passages
Pagina 39 - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Pagina 56 - 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 ! O, these I lack.
Pagina 21 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Pagina 24 - Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Pagina 27 - Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers : the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal ; For it must seem their guilt.
Pagina 20 - Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love.
Pagina 19 - To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Pagina 44 - Too terrible for the ear. The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Pagina 23 - Is this a dagger, which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind; a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw.
Pagina 55 - 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.