The Plays of William Shakespeare, Nide 1Charles Willliams, 1813 - 913 sivua |
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Sivu 27
... gentle servant : ' tis very clerkly done . Fel . Now trust me , madam , it came hardly off ; For , being ignorant to whom it goes , I writ at random , very doubtfully . Sil . Perchance you think too much of so much pains ? Val . No ...
... gentle servant : ' tis very clerkly done . Fel . Now trust me , madam , it came hardly off ; For , being ignorant to whom it goes , I writ at random , very doubtfully . Sil . Perchance you think too much of so much pains ? Val . No ...
Sivu 29
... gentle Proteus , love's a mighty lord ; And hath so humbled me , as , I confess , There is no woe to his correction , Şar , to his service , no such joy on earth ! Now , no discourse , except it be of love ; Yow can I break my fast ...
... gentle Proteus , love's a mighty lord ; And hath so humbled me , as , I confess , There is no woe to his correction , Şar , to his service , no such joy on earth ! Now , no discourse , except it be of love ; Yow can I break my fast ...
Sivu 30
... gentle murmur glides , Thou know'st , being stopp'd , impatiently doth rage ; But , when his fair course is not hindered , He makes sweet music with the enamell'd stones , Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his ...
... gentle murmur glides , Thou know'st , being stopp'd , impatiently doth rage ; But , when his fair course is not hindered , He makes sweet music with the enamell'd stones , Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his ...
Sivu 31
... Gentle Lucetta , fit me with such weeds As may beseem some well - reputed page . Luc . Why then your ladyship must cut your hair . Jul . No , girl ; I'll knit it up in silken strings , With twenty odd - conceited true - love knots : To ...
... Gentle Lucetta , fit me with such weeds As may beseem some well - reputed page . Luc . Why then your ladyship must cut your hair . Jul . No , girl ; I'll knit it up in silken strings , With twenty odd - conceited true - love knots : To ...
Sivu 38
... gentle youth ! - Alas , poor lady ! desolate and left ! — I weep myself , to think upon thy words . Here , youth , there is my purse ; I give thee this For thy sweet mistress ' sake , because thou lov'st her . Farewell . [ Exit Silvia ...
... gentle youth ! - Alas , poor lady ! desolate and left ! — I weep myself , to think upon thy words . Here , youth , there is my purse ; I give thee this For thy sweet mistress ' sake , because thou lov'st her . Farewell . [ Exit Silvia ...
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Sivu 224 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Sivu 321 - 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.
Sivu 448 - Let him depart ; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company, That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is...
Sivu 407 - When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model ; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection ; Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then but draw anew the model In fewer offices, or at last desist To build at all...
Sivu 316 - 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. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Sivu 414 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Sivu 448 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Sivu 448 - We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Sivu 78 - ... accommodations that thou bear'st, Are nurs'd by baseness ; Thou art by no means valiant ; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm ; Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st ; yet grossly fear'st Thy death which is no more.
Sivu 314 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse...