The Comedy of Errors: In Five ActsS. Low, 1819 - 86 pagina's |
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Pagina 4
... brother ; and importun'd me That his attendant - for his case was like , ' Reft of his brother , but retain'd his name , - Might bear him company , in quest of him , Whom while I labour'd of a love to see , I yielded to the loss of him ...
... brother ; and importun'd me That his attendant - for his case was like , ' Reft of his brother , but retain'd his name , - Might bear him company , in quest of him , Whom while I labour'd of a love to see , I yielded to the loss of him ...
Pagina 9
... brother , In search of them , unhappy , lose myself.- Enter Dromio of Ephesus . How now ? How chance thou art return'd so soon ? Dr. of Eph . Return'd so soon ! rather approach'd too late : The capon burns , the pig falls from the spit ...
... brother , In search of them , unhappy , lose myself.- Enter Dromio of Ephesus . How now ? How chance thou art return'd so soon ? Dr. of Eph . Return'd so soon ! rather approach'd too late : The capon burns , the pig falls from the spit ...
Pagina 24
... brother ! how the world is changed with you ! When were you wont to use my sister thus ? She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner . Ant of Syr . By Dromio ? Dr. of Syr . By me ? Adr . By thee ; and thus thou didst return from him ...
... brother ! how the world is changed with you ! When were you wont to use my sister thus ? She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner . Ant of Syr . By Dromio ? Dr. of Syr . By me ? Adr . By thee ; and thus thou didst return from him ...
Pagina 35
... brother , Why turn on me your eyes ? -regard my sister , Who with such earnest suit solicits To heal her wounded peace . Adr . It cannot be , you But that some frenzy hath possest his mind , Else could he not with cold indifference hear ...
... brother , Why turn on me your eyes ? -regard my sister , Who with such earnest suit solicits To heal her wounded peace . Adr . It cannot be , you But that some frenzy hath possest his mind , Else could he not with cold indifference hear ...
Pagina 37
... brother , get you in again ; And call my sister , wife ; comfort her , cheer her ; ' Tis holy sport , to be a little false , When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife . Ant . of Syr . Sweet mistress , -let me call you by that ...
... brother , get you in again ; And call my sister , wife ; comfort her , cheer her ; ' Tis holy sport , to be a little false , When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife . Ant . of Syr . Sweet mistress , -let me call you by that ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 53 - TAKE , O take those lips away That so sweetly were forsworn, And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, Bring again Seals of love, but sealed in vain, Sealed in vain!
Pagina 15 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Pagina 6 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Pagina 45 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Pagina 6 - This carol they began that hour, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, How that a life was but a flower In spring time, &C. And therefore take the present time, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino ; For love is crowned with the prime In spring time, &c.
Pagina 55 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity :
Pagina 18 - The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Sing all a green willow ; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow...
Pagina 28 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets — Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Pagina 36 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Pagina 70 - Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold.