The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, Nide 2Charles Knight, 1851 |
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Sivu 8
... heart that I had not a hard heart : for , truly , I love none . BEAT . A dear happiness to women ; they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor . I thank God , and my cold blood , I am of your humour for that ; I had ...
... heart that I had not a hard heart : for , truly , I love none . BEAT . A dear happiness to women ; they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor . I thank God , and my cold blood , I am of your humour for that ; I had ...
Sivu 9
... heart . LEON . If you swear , my lord , you shall not be forsworn . - Let me bid you wel- come , 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 ...
... heart . LEON . If you swear , my lord , you shall not be forsworn . - Let me bid you wel- come , 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 ...
Sivu 21
... heart of signior Benedick . BEAT . Indeed , my lord , he lent it me a while ; and I gave him use for it - a double heart for a single one : marry , once before he won it of me with false dice , therefore your grace may well say I have ...
... heart of signior Benedick . BEAT . Indeed , my lord , he lent it me a while ; and I gave him use for it - a double heart for a single one : marry , once before he won it of me with false dice , therefore your grace may well say I have ...
Sivu 27
... heart , tears her hair , prays , curses ; — " O sweet Benedick !. God give me patience ! " LEON . She doth indeed ; my daughter says so : and the ecstacy hath so much overborne her , that my daughter is sometime afeard she will do a ...
... heart , tears her hair , prays , curses ; — " O sweet Benedick !. God give me patience ! " LEON . She doth indeed ; my daughter says so : and the ecstacy hath so much overborne her , that my daughter is sometime afeard she will do a ...
Sivu 32
... heart Of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice : Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes , Misprising what they look on ; and her wit Values itself so highly , that to her All matter else seems weak : she cannot love , Nor take no ...
... heart Of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice : Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes , Misprising what they look on ; and her wit Values itself so highly , that to her All matter else seems weak : she cannot love , Nor take no ...
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Angelo Anne Appears Ariel Autolycus BEAT Beatrice Benedick better Bohemia brother CAIUS Caliban Camillo CLAUD Claudio Clown COMEDIES.-VOL daughter death DOGB dost doth DUKE Enter ESCAL Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father folio follow fool FORD friar gentleman give grace hand hang hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter Hero hither honour HOST HUGH EVANS husband Illyria ISAB John king lady LEON Leonato look lord LUCIO maid Malvolio marry master constable master doctor mistress never night original Orlando passage PEDRO Pompey pray prince prithee Prospero PROV Provost quarto queen Re-enter reading Rosalind SCENE Shakspere Shakspere's SHAL SHEP signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby SLEN song speak Steevens swear sweet tell thee there's thou art to-morrow true wife Windsor woman word
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Sivu 580 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Sivu 284 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Sivu 554 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Sivu 424 - Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears.
Sivu 285 - My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0 prepare it ; My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover never flnd my grave, To weep there.