The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 3Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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Pagina 64
... art thou the worse For this poor furniture , and mean array . If thou account'st it shame , lay it on me : And therefore , frolic ; we will hence forthwith , To feast and sport us at thy father's house .-- Go , call my men , and let us ...
... art thou the worse For this poor furniture , and mean array . If thou account'st it shame , lay it on me : And therefore , frolic ; we will hence forthwith , To feast and sport us at thy father's house .-- Go , call my men , and let us ...
Pagina 68
... thou art not mad : This is a man , old , wrinkled , faded , wither'd ; And not a maiden , as thou say'st he is . Kath . Pardon , old father , my mistaking eyes , That have been so bedazzled with the sun , That every thing I look on ...
... thou art not mad : This is a man , old , wrinkled , faded , wither'd ; And not a maiden , as thou say'st he is . Kath . Pardon , old father , my mistaking eyes , That have been so bedazzled with the sun , That every thing I look on ...
Pagina 69
... thou art a reverend father ; Pardon , I pray thee , for my mad mistaking . Pet . Do , good old grandsire ; and , withal , make known Which way thou travellest : if along with us , We shall be joyful of thy company . Vin . Fair sir ...
... thou art a reverend father ; Pardon , I pray thee , for my mad mistaking . Pet . Do , good old grandsire ; and , withal , make known Which way thou travellest : if along with us , We shall be joyful of thy company . Vin . Fair sir ...
Pagina 70
... Thou liest ; his father is come from Pisa , and here looking out at the window . Vin . Art thou his father ? Ped . Ay , sir ; so his mother says , if I may believe her . Pet . Why , how now , gentleman ! [ To VINCENTIO . ] why , this is ...
... Thou liest ; his father is come from Pisa , and here looking out at the window . Vin . Art thou his father ? Ped . Ay , sir ; so his mother says , if I may believe her . Pet . Why , how now , gentleman ! [ To VINCENTIO . ] why , this is ...
Pagina 73
... thy father will not frown . [ Exeunt Luc . and BIAN . Gre . My cake is dough : 1 But I'll in among the rest ; Out of ... art thou ashamed of me ? Kath . No , sir ; God forbid : —but ashamed to kiss . Pet . Why , then let's home again ...
... thy father will not frown . [ Exeunt Luc . and BIAN . Gre . My cake is dough : 1 But I'll in among the rest ; Out of ... art thou ashamed of me ? Kath . No , sir ; God forbid : —but ashamed to kiss . Pet . Why , then let's home again ...
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Pagina 41 - 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 58 - 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 23 - 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 26 - 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 29 - 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 22 - 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 21 - 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 46 - 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 25 - 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 57 - 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.