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 44
... Poor wounded name ! my bosom , as a bed , Shall lodge thee , till thy wound be thoroughly healed ; And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss . But twice , or thrice , was Proteus written down : Be calm , good wind , blow not a word ...
... Poor wounded name ! my bosom , as a bed , Shall lodge thee , till thy wound be thoroughly healed ; And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss . But twice , or thrice , was Proteus written down : Be calm , good wind , blow not a word ...
Pagina 61
... poor habiliments , Of which if you should here disfurnish me , You take the sum and substance that I have . 2nd Out . Whither travel you ? Val . To Verona . 1st Out . Whence came you ? Val . From Milan . 3rd Out . Have you long ...
... poor habiliments , Of which if you should here disfurnish me , You take the sum and substance that I have . 2nd Out . Whither travel you ? Val . To Verona . 1st Out . Whence came you ? Val . From Milan . 3rd Out . Have you long ...
Pagina 65
... poor Proteus ! thou hast entertained Laun . No , indeed , she did not : here have I A fox , to be the shepherd of thy lambs : brought him back again . Pro . What , didst thou offer her this from me ? Laun . Ay , sir ; the other squirrel ...
... poor Proteus ! thou hast entertained Laun . No , indeed , she did not : here have I A fox , to be the shepherd of thy lambs : brought him back again . Pro . What , didst thou offer her this from me ? Laun . Ay , sir ; the other squirrel ...
Pagina 66
... poor mistress , movéd therewithal , Wept bitterly ; and would I might be dead If I in thought felt not her very sorrow . Sil . She is beholden to thee , gentle youth ! - Alas , poor lady ! desolate and left ! I weep myself to think upon ...
... poor mistress , movéd therewithal , Wept bitterly ; and would I might be dead If I in thought felt not her very sorrow . Sil . She is beholden to thee , gentle youth ! - Alas , poor lady ! desolate and left ! I weep myself to think upon ...
Pagina 82
... poor gentleman born . --- Anne . I think there are , sir ; I heard them talked of . - Slen . I love the sport well ; but I shall as soon quarrel at it as any man in England : — You are afraid , if you see the bear loose , are you not ...
... poor gentleman born . --- Anne . I think there are , sir ; I heard them talked of . - Slen . I love the sport well ; but I shall as soon quarrel at it as any man in England : — You are afraid , if you see the bear loose , are you not ...
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
Populaire passages
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.