The Works of William Shakespeare, Band 1Bickers and Son, 1864 |
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... mistress which I serve quickens what's dead , And makes my labours pleasures : O ! she is Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed ; And he's composed of harshness . I must remove Some thousands of these logs , and pile them up ...
... mistress which I serve quickens what's dead , And makes my labours pleasures : O ! she is Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed ; And he's composed of harshness . I must remove Some thousands of these logs , and pile them up ...
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... mistress , ' tis fresh morning with me When you are by at night . I do beseech you , — Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers , — What is your name ? Mira . Miranda . O my father ! Admir'd Miranda ! I have broke your hest to say so ...
... mistress , ' tis fresh morning with me When you are by at night . I do beseech you , — Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers , — What is your name ? Mira . Miranda . O my father ! Admir'd Miranda ! I have broke your hest to say so ...
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... Mistress line , is not this my jerkin ? Now is the jerkin under the line : now , jerkin , you are like to lose your hair , and prove a bald jerkin . Trin . Do , do we steal by line and level , an't like your grace . Ste . I thank thee ...
... Mistress line , is not this my jerkin ? Now is the jerkin under the line : now , jerkin , you are like to lose your hair , and prove a bald jerkin . Trin . Do , do we steal by line and level , an't like your grace . Ste . I thank thee ...
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... mistress , that , when I look on you , I can hardly think you my master . Val . Are all these things perceived in me ? Speed . They are all perceived without ye . Val . Without me ! they cannot . Speed . Without you ! nay , that's ...
... mistress , that , when I look on you , I can hardly think you my master . Val . Are all these things perceived in me ? Speed . They are all perceived without ye . Val . Without me ! they cannot . Speed . Without you ! nay , that's ...
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... Mistress ? Speed . Master , Sir Thurio frowns on you . Val . Ay , boy , it's for love . Speed . Not of you . Val . Of my mistress , then . Speed . ' Twere good you knock'd him . Sil . Servant , you are sad . Val . Indeed , Madam , I ...
... Mistress ? Speed . Master , Sir Thurio frowns on you . Val . Ay , boy , it's for love . Speed . Not of you . Val . Of my mistress , then . Speed . ' Twere good you knock'd him . Sil . Servant , you are sad . Val . Indeed , Madam , I ...
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Seite 554 - ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly : Then, heigh, ho ! the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp, As friend
Seite 519 - sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank .' Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica : look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold : There 's not the smallest orb
Seite liv - which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Deservedly confin'd into this rock, Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. Cal. You taught me language ; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro. Hag-seed, hence! To answer other business.
Seite xii - I loved the man, and do honour his memory (on this side idolatry) as much as any. He was indeed honest, and of an open and free nature; had an excellent fancy, brave notions, and gentle expressions, wherein he flowed with that facility, that sometimes it was necessary he should be stopped.
Seite 424 - Ye spotted snakes, with double tongue. Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen ; Newts, and blind-worms, do no wrong ; Come not near our fairy queen : Chorus. Philomel, with melody, Sing in our sweet lullaby ; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby : Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So, good night, with lullaby. i
Seite l - ARIEL. Ari. All hail, great master! grave Sir, hail! I come To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to fly, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curl'd clouds : to thy strong bidding task Ariel, and all his quality. Pro. Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee
Seite 519 - an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubins,— Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. Enter Musicians. Come, ho ! and wake Diana with a hymn : With sweetest touches pierce your mistress' ear, And draw her home with music.
Seite 542 - That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat Almost to bursting; and the big round tears Cours'd one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase; and thus the hairy fool, Much marked of the melancholy Jaques, Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook, Augmenting it with tears. Duke S. But what said Jaques
Seite 584 - In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring. Between the acres of the rye, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, These pretty country folks would lie, In the spring time, &c. This carol they began that hour,
Seite 431 - night tapers crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed, and to arise ; And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes: Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies. Peas. Hail, mortal! Cob. Hail! Moth. Hail! Mus. Hail!