The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, Nide 2Charles Knight, 1851 |
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Sivu 9
... speak after my custom , as being a pro- fessed tyrant to their sex ? · CLAUD . No , I pray thee , speak in sober judgment . BENE . Why , i ' faith , methinks she's too low for a high praise , too brown for a fair praise , and too little ...
... speak after my custom , as being a pro- fessed tyrant to their sex ? · CLAUD . No , I pray thee , speak in sober judgment . BENE . Why , i ' faith , methinks she's too low for a high praise , too brown for a fair praise , and too little ...
Sivu 10
... speak this to fetch me in , my lord . D. PEDRO . By my troth , I speak my thought . CLAUD . And in faith , my lord , I spoke mine . BENE . And by my two faiths and troths , my lord , I spoke mine . CLAUD . That I love her , I feel . D ...
... speak this to fetch me in , my lord . D. PEDRO . By my troth , I speak my thought . CLAUD . And in faith , my lord , I spoke mine . BENE . And by my two faiths and troths , my lord , I spoke mine . CLAUD . That I love her , I feel . D ...
Sivu 17
... Speak low , if you speak love . [ Takes her aside . MARG . So would not I , for your own sake , for I have many ill qualities . BENE . Which is one ? MARG . I say my prayers aloud . BENE . I love you the better ; the hearers may cry ...
... Speak low , if you speak love . [ Takes her aside . MARG . So would not I , for your own sake , for I have many ill qualities . BENE . Which is one ? MARG . I say my prayers aloud . BENE . I love you the better ; the hearers may cry ...
Sivu 18
... , and would change the adjective to impassable or import- able . This is , indeed , to " speak by the card . " Boarded - accosted . But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio 18 [ ACT II . MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .
... , and would change the adjective to impassable or import- able . This is , indeed , to " speak by the card . " Boarded - accosted . But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio 18 [ ACT II . MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .
Sivu 21
... Speak , count , ' t is your cue . CLAUD . Silence is the perfectest herald of joy : I were but little happy if I could say how much . Lady , as you are mine , I am yours : I give away myself for you , and dote upon the exchange . BEAT .
... Speak , count , ' t is your cue . CLAUD . Silence is the perfectest herald of joy : I were but little happy if I could say how much . Lady , as you are mine , I am yours : I give away myself for you , and dote upon the exchange . BEAT .
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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.