Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Twelfth night. Measure for measure. Much ado about nothing. Midsummer night's dreamT. Cadell, 1833 |
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... LEON . Let me bid you welcome , my lord ; being reconciled to the prince , your brother , I owe you all duty . D. JOHN . I thank you : I am not of many words , but I thank you . CLAUD . My liege , your highness now may do me good . D ...
... LEON . Let me bid you welcome , my lord ; being reconciled to the prince , your brother , I owe you all duty . D. JOHN . I thank you : I am not of many words , but I thank you . CLAUD . My liege , your highness now may do me good . D ...
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... LEON . No ; and swears she never will : that's her torment . CLAUD . ' Tis true indeed ; so your daughter says . Shall I , says she , that have so oft encountered him with scorn , write to him that I love him ? LEON . This says she now ...
... LEON . No ; and swears she never will : that's her torment . CLAUD . ' Tis true indeed ; so your daughter says . Shall I , says she , that have so oft encountered him with scorn , write to him that I love him ? LEON . This says she now ...
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... for thy much misgovernment . LEON . Hath no man's dagger here a point for me ? ( HERO swoons . ) BEAT . Why , how now , cousin ? Wherefore sink you down ? " ACT IV . S. 1 . IX . " BEAT . I love you with so MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING . 11.
... for thy much misgovernment . LEON . Hath no man's dagger here a point for me ? ( HERO swoons . ) BEAT . Why , how now , cousin ? Wherefore sink you down ? " ACT IV . S. 1 . IX . " BEAT . I love you with so MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING . 11.
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... LEON . Which is the villain ? let me see his eyes ; That when I note another man like him , I may avoid him : which of these is he ? BORA . If you would know your wronger , look on me . LEON . Art thou the slave , that with thy breath ...
... LEON . Which is the villain ? let me see his eyes ; That when I note another man like him , I may avoid him : which of these is he ? BORA . If you would know your wronger , look on me . LEON . Art thou the slave , that with thy breath ...
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... LEON . Come , cousin , I am sure you love the gentleman . CLAUD . And I'll be sworn upon ' t , that he loves her ; For here's a paper , written in his hand , A halting sonnet of his own pure brain , Fashion'd to Beatrice . HERO . And ...
... LEON . Come , cousin , I am sure you love the gentleman . CLAUD . And I'll be sworn upon ' t , that he loves her ; For here's a paper , written in his hand , A halting sonnet of his own pure brain , Fashion'd to Beatrice . HERO . And ...
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1ST WATCH ACT I. S. Angelo ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN arbour ARIEL art thou BEAT Beatrice Borachio Borachio's confession brother Cadell Strand CALIBAN Cesario CLAUD Clown daughter Demetrius disguised DOGB Don John Don Pedro dost Duke EGEUS escape with EGLAMOUR eyes FABIAN fair Hero Ferdinand FRANK HOWARD give hath Helena HERMIA Hermia's flight honour husband ISAB Isabella Julia KING ladyship LAUNCE LEON Leonato letter and ring London Published lord LUCIO Lysander madam Malvolio MARIA Mariana marry Midsummer Nights dream Milan MIRANDA monsieur Nymphs OBERON and TITANIA Olivia ORSINO sending VIOLA Pedro and Claudio PLATES play pray PROS PROSPERO Proteus Provost PUCK purse QUINCE Ragozine receive VIOLA ring to SILVIA saving of VIOLA Signior Benedick sing Sir Andrew Aguecheek SIR TOBY BELCH SPEED spirit STEPHANO SYCORAX taking leave tell thee THESEUS thine Thisby Thurio Trinculo Twelfth Night Valentine villain الله
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Sivu 17 - O, it is monstrous ! monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper ; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Sivu 61 - A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Sivu 61 - Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on : Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy.
Sivu 13 - I'd divide, And burn in many places ; on the top-mast. The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Then meet, and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-out-running were not.
Sivu 61 - Too well what love women to men may owe : In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter loved a man, As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. » Duke. And what's her history ? Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
Sivu 13 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.