The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Nide 2Dove, 1830 |
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Sivu 20
... tell me how he takes it . Fare you well : I thank you for your pains : spend this for me . Vio . I am no fee'd post , lady ; keep your purse ; My master , not myself , lacks recompense . Love make his heart of flint , that you shall ...
... tell me how he takes it . Fare you well : I thank you for your pains : spend this for me . Vio . I am no fee'd post , lady ; keep your purse ; My master , not myself , lacks recompense . Love make his heart of flint , that you shall ...
Sivu 21
... tell him , I'll none of it . Desire him not to flatter with his lord , Nor hold him up with hopes ; I am not for him : If that the youth will come this way to - morrow , I'll give him reasons for't . Hie thee , Malvolio . Mal . Madam ...
... tell him , I'll none of it . Desire him not to flatter with his lord , Nor hold him up with hopes ; I am not for him : If that the youth will come this way to - morrow , I'll give him reasons for't . Hie thee , Malvolio . Mal . Madam ...
Sivu 22
... tell tales of me . mine eyes to the count Orsino's court : farewell . Ant . The gentleness of all the gods go with thee ! [ Exit . I have many enemies in Orsino's court , Else would I very shortly see thee there : But , come what may ...
... tell tales of me . mine eyes to the count Orsino's court : farewell . Ant . The gentleness of all the gods go with thee ! [ Exit . I have many enemies in Orsino's court , Else would I very shortly see thee there : But , come what may ...
Sivu 27
... tell you , that , though she harbours you as her kinsman , she's nothing allied to your disorders . If you can separate yourself and your misdemeanors , you are welcome to the house ; if not , an it would please you to take leave of her ...
... tell you , that , though she harbours you as her kinsman , she's nothing allied to your disorders . If you can separate yourself and your misdemeanors , you are welcome to the house ; if not , an it would please you to take leave of her ...
Sivu 28
... tell us something of him . Mar. Marry , sir , sometimes he is a kind of Puritan . Sir And . O , if I thought that , I'd beat him like a dog . Sir To . What , for being a Puritan ? thy exquisite rea- son , dear knight ? Sir And . I have ...
... tell us something of him . Mar. Marry , sir , sometimes he is a kind of Puritan . Sir And . O , if I thought that , I'd beat him like a dog . Sir To . What , for being a Puritan ? thy exquisite rea- son , dear knight ? Sir And . I have ...
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Bawd Beat Beatrice Ben Jonson Benedick better Biron Bora Boyet brother Claud Claudio Clown Cost COSTARD cousin dear death Demetrius Dogb dost thou doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father fear fool friar gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Illyria Isab Kath King lady Leon Leonato look Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master master constable mistress moon Moth never night Oberon pardon Pedro PHILOSTRATE play Pompey pray prince Prov Provost Puck Pyramus Quin Re-enter SCENE Shakspeare signior Sir ANDREW Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH soul speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thing thou art thou hast Titania to-morrow tongue troth true What's woman word
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Sivu 269 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath. That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Sivu 197 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more ; Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into, Hey nonny, nonny.
Sivu 405 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Sivu 120 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Sivu 104 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Sivu 25 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Sivu 82 - That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues ; nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor,...
Sivu 78 - Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas ! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day...
Sivu 305 - The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast Hell can hold, That is, the madman. The lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt. The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Sivu 94 - We must not make a scare-crow of the law. Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.