Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Twelfth night. Measure for measure. Much ado about nothing. Midsummer night's dreamT. Cadell, 1833 |
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... ladyship . SIL . Perchance you think too much of so much pains ? VAL . No , madam ; so it stead you , I will write , Please you command , a thousand times as much : And yet , - SIL . A pretty period ! Well , I guess the sequel : And yet ...
... ladyship . SIL . Perchance you think too much of so much pains ? VAL . No , madam ; so it stead you , I will write , Please you command , a thousand times as much : And yet , - SIL . A pretty period ! Well , I guess the sequel : And yet ...
Sivu 61
... ladyship . SIL . Too low a mistress for so high a servant . PRO . Not so , sweet lady ; but too mean a servant To have a look of such a worthy mistress . " you ACT II . S. 4 . SPEED in the background is welcoming LAUNCE . " SPEED ...
... ladyship . SIL . Too low a mistress for so high a servant . PRO . Not so , sweet lady ; but too mean a servant To have a look of such a worthy mistress . " you ACT II . S. 4 . SPEED in the background is welcoming LAUNCE . " SPEED ...
Sivu 61
... ladyship this ring . SIL . The more shame for him that he sends it me , For , I have heard him say , a thousand times , His Julia gave it him at his departure : Though his false finger hath profan'd the ring , Mine shall not do his ...
... ladyship this ring . SIL . The more shame for him that he sends it me , For , I have heard him say , a thousand times , His Julia gave it him at his departure : Though his false finger hath profan'd the ring , Mine shall not do his ...
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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.