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Pagina 15
... speak ; I smell sweet savours , and I feel soft things : - Upon my life , I am a lord , indeed ; And not a tinker , nor Christophero Sly.- Well , bring our lady hither to our sight ; And once again , a pot o ' the smallest ale . 2 Serv ...
... speak ; I smell sweet savours , and I feel soft things : - Upon my life , I am a lord , indeed ; And not a tinker , nor Christophero Sly.- Well , bring our lady hither to our sight ; And once again , a pot o ' the smallest ale . 2 Serv ...
Pagina 26
... speak . So , in Hudibrass : " Could tell what subt'lest parrots mean , " That speak , and think contrary clean ; " What member ' tis of whom they talk , " When they cry rope , and walk , krave walk . ” MAL : [ 9 ] It may mean , that he ...
... speak . So , in Hudibrass : " Could tell what subt'lest parrots mean , " That speak , and think contrary clean ; " What member ' tis of whom they talk , " When they cry rope , and walk , krave walk . ” MAL : [ 9 ] It may mean , that he ...
Pagina 28
... speak me fair , I'll tell you news indifferent good for either . Here is a gentleman , whom by chance I met , Upon agreement from us to his liking , Will undertake to woo curst Katharine ; Yea , and to marry her , if her dowry please ...
... speak me fair , I'll tell you news indifferent good for either . Here is a gentleman , whom by chance I met , Upon agreement from us to his liking , Will undertake to woo curst Katharine ; Yea , and to marry her , if her dowry please ...
Pagina 32
... speak but as I find . Whence are you , sir , what may I call your name ? Pet . Petruchio is my name ; Antonio's son , A man well known throughout all Italy . Bap . I know him well : you are welcome for his sake . Gre . Saving your tale ...
... speak but as I find . Whence are you , sir , what may I call your name ? Pet . Petruchio is my name ; Antonio's son , A man well known throughout all Italy . Bap . I know him well : you are welcome for his sake . Gre . Saving your tale ...
Pagina 35
... speak a word ; Then I'll commend her volubility , And say , she uttereth piercing eloquence : If she do bid me pack , I'll give her thanks , As though she bid me stay by her a week ; If she deny to wed , I'll crave the day When I shall ...
... speak a word ; Then I'll commend her volubility , And say , she uttereth piercing eloquence : If she do bid me pack , I'll give her thanks , As though she bid me stay by her a week ; If she deny to wed , I'll crave the day When I shall ...
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The works of William Shakespeare: The plays edited from the folio ..., Volume 3 William Shakespeare Volledige weergave - 1859 |
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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
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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.