The Works of William Shakespeare: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth-night. The winter's taleChapman and Hall, 1866 |
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Pagina 88
... fear the keeping ' is ' to fear the not keeping . ' Whiter says , it is a mode of speech common in all languages , and cites Εἴ τ ̓ ἄρ ̓ ὅγ ̓ εὐχωλῆς ἐπιμέμφεται εἴθ ̓ ἑκατόμβης . Π . i . 65 . ' Whether he complains of the want of ...
... fear the keeping ' is ' to fear the not keeping . ' Whiter says , it is a mode of speech common in all languages , and cites Εἴ τ ̓ ἄρ ̓ ὅγ ̓ εὐχωλῆς ἐπιμέμφεται εἴθ ̓ ἑκατόμβης . Π . i . 65 . ' Whether he complains of the want of ...
Pagina 98
... fear they hope , and know they fear . " " The meaning , " says Malone , " I think , is , As those who fear , —they , even those very persons , entertain hopes that their fears will not be realized ; and yet at the same time they well ...
... fear they hope , and know they fear . " " The meaning , " says Malone , " I think , is , As those who fear , —they , even those very persons , entertain hopes that their fears will not be realized ; and yet at the same time they well ...
Pagina 108
... Fear not , my lord : we can contain ourselves , Were he the veriest antic in the world . Lord . Go , sirrah , take them to the buttery , And give them friendly welcome every one : Let them want nothing that my house affords . [ Exeunt ...
... Fear not , my lord : we can contain ourselves , Were he the veriest antic in the world . Lord . Go , sirrah , take them to the buttery , And give them friendly welcome every one : Let them want nothing that my house affords . [ Exeunt ...
Pagina 115
... fear : I wis it is not half way to her heart ; But if it were , doubt not her care should be To comb your noddle with a three - legg'd stool , And paint your face , and use you like a fool . Hor . From all such devils , good Lord ...
... fear : I wis it is not half way to her heart ; But if it were , doubt not her care should be To comb your noddle with a three - legg'd stool , And paint your face , and use you like a fool . Hor . From all such devils , good Lord ...
Pagina 120
... fear I was descried : Wait you on him , I charge you , as becomes , While I make way from hence to save my You understand me ? Bion . life : Ay , sir .- [ Aside ] Ne'er a whit . Luc . And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth : Tranio is ...
... fear I was descried : Wait you on him , I charge you , as becomes , While I make way from hence to save my You understand me ? Bion . life : Ay , sir .- [ Aside ] Ne'er a whit . Luc . And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth : Tranio is ...
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Pagina 352 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: — Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones. Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love Like the old age.
Pagina 354 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but indeed Our shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. DuJce. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all...