The Complete Works of Shakspeare, Revised from the Best Authorities : with a Memoir, and Essay on His Genius, Volume 2Jewett, 1857 |
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Pagina 23
... hour will he be asleep ; Wilt thou destroy him then ? Ste . Ay , on mine honor . Ari . This will I tell my master . Cal . Thou mak'st me merry ; I am full of pleasure ; Let us be jocund : Will you troll the catch You taught me but while ...
... hour will he be asleep ; Wilt thou destroy him then ? Ste . Ay , on mine honor . Ari . This will I tell my master . Cal . Thou mak'st me merry ; I am full of pleasure ; Let us be jocund : Will you troll the catch You taught me but while ...
Pagina 24
... hour reigning there . Ant . I'll believe both ; And what does else want credit , come to me , And I'll be sworn ' t is true : travelers ne'er did lie , Though fools at home condemn them . Gon . If in Naples I should report this now ...
... hour reigning there . Ant . I'll believe both ; And what does else want credit , come to me , And I'll be sworn ' t is true : travelers ne'er did lie , Though fools at home condemn them . Gon . If in Naples I should report this now ...
Pagina 29
... hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies : Shortly shall all my labors end , and thou Shalt have the air at freedom : for a little , Follow and do me service . [ Exeunt . SCENE I. - - Before the Cell of PROSPERO . Enter PROSPERO , in his ...
... hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies : Shortly shall all my labors end , and thou Shalt have the air at freedom : for a little , Follow and do me service . [ Exeunt . SCENE I. - - Before the Cell of PROSPERO . Enter PROSPERO , in his ...
Pagina 48
... hour o'erslips me in the day , Speed . To yourself : why , she wooes you by a Wherein I sigh not , Julia , for thy sake , figure . Fal . What figure ? Speed . By a letter , I should say . Val . Why , she hath not writ to me ? Speed ...
... hour o'erslips me in the day , Speed . To yourself : why , she wooes you by a Wherein I sigh not , Julia , for thy sake , figure . Fal . What figure ? Speed . By a letter , I should say . Val . Why , she hath not writ to me ? Speed ...
Pagina 51
... know'st is full of jealousy . Pro . But she loves you ? Val . Ay , and we are betrothed : Nay , more , our marriage hour , With all the cunning manner of our flight , Determined 51 ACT II . SCENE IV . TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA .
... know'st is full of jealousy . Pro . But she loves you ? Val . Ay , and we are betrothed : Nay , more , our marriage hour , With all the cunning manner of our flight , Determined 51 ACT II . SCENE IV . TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA .
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
1st Lord Angelo Antonio art thou Beat Benedick better Biron Bohemia Boyet brother Caius Caliban Claud Claudio COSTARD daughter dost doth Dromio ducats Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear fool Ford Friar gentle gentleman give grace Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honor husband Illyria Isab Kath King knave lady Laun Leon Leonato look Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master Master Doctor mistress Moth never night Padua Pedro Petruchio play Pompey pr'y thee pray prince Proteus Puck Rosalind Scene servant Shakspeare shew Shylock Signior sing Sir Toby speak Speed swear sweet tell there's Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue Tranio troth true What's wife woman word
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Pagina 362 - Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Pagina 60 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.