The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Nide 2Dove, 1830 |
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Sivu 12
... thou shalt live as freely as thy lord , To call his fortunes thine . Vio . I'll do my best , To woo your lady : yet , [ Aside . ] a barful strife ! Whoe'er I woo , myself would be his wife . SCENE V. A Room in Olivia's House . Enter ...
... thou shalt live as freely as thy lord , To call his fortunes thine . Vio . I'll do my best , To woo your lady : yet , [ Aside . ] a barful strife ! Whoe'er I woo , myself would be his wife . SCENE V. A Room in Olivia's House . Enter ...
Sivu 24
... thou know'st , - Sir And . Nay , by my troth , I know not : but I know , to be up late , is to be up late . Sir To . A false conclusion ; I hate it as an unfilled can : To be up after midnight , and to go to bed then is early so that ...
... thou know'st , - Sir And . Nay , by my troth , I know not : but I know , to be up late , is to be up late . Sir To . A false conclusion ; I hate it as an unfilled can : To be up after midnight , and to go to bed then is early so that ...
Sivu 27
... thou think , because thou art virtuous , there shall be no more cakes and ale ? " ye lie . - Art Clo . Yes , by Saint Anne ; and ginger shall be hot i'the mouth too . Sir To . Thou'rt i'the right . - Go , sir , rub your chain with crums ...
... thou think , because thou art virtuous , there shall be no more cakes and ale ? " ye lie . - Art Clo . Yes , by Saint Anne ; and ginger shall be hot i'the mouth too . Sir To . Thou'rt i'the right . - Go , sir , rub your chain with crums ...
Sivu 29
... thou wilt drop , that they come from my niece , and that she is in love with him . Mar. My purpose is , indeed , a ... Thou hadst need send for more money . Sir And . If I cannot recover your niece , I am a foul way out . Sir To . Send ...
... thou wilt drop , that they come from my niece , and that she is in love with him . Mar. My purpose is , indeed , a ... Thou hadst need send for more money . Sir And . If I cannot recover your niece , I am a foul way out . Sir To . Send ...
Sivu 30
... thou like this tune ? Vio . It gives a very echo to the seat Where love is thron'd . Duke . Thou dost speak masterly : My life upon't , young though thou art , thine eye Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves ; Hath it not , boy ...
... thou like this tune ? Vio . It gives a very echo to the seat Where love is thron'd . Duke . Thou dost speak masterly : My life upon't , young though thou art , thine eye Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves ; Hath it not , boy ...
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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.