The Works of William Shakespeare, Band 4Little, Brown, 1872 |
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... hear , my mad wenches ? " ( Love's Labour's Lost , Act II . Sc . 1 , ) " Fare- well , mad wenches , " ( Ib . , Act V. Sc . 2 , ) " Away , away , mad ass ! " ( Taming of the Shrew , Act V. Sc . 1 , ) " How now , mad wag ! " ( 1 Henry IV ...
... hear , my mad wenches ? " ( Love's Labour's Lost , Act II . Sc . 1 , ) " Fare- well , mad wenches , " ( Ib . , Act V. Sc . 2 , ) " Away , away , mad ass ! " ( Taming of the Shrew , Act V. Sc . 1 , ) " How now , mad wag ! " ( 1 Henry IV ...
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... hear by tale or history , - The course of true love never did run smooth ; But , either it was different in blood , Her . O cross ! too high to be enthrall'd to low ! Lys . Or else misgraffed , in respect of years ; — Her . O spite ...
... hear by tale or history , - The course of true love never did run smooth ; But , either it was different in blood , Her . O cross ! too high to be enthrall'd to low ! Lys . Or else misgraffed , in respect of years ; — Her . O spite ...
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... hear me , Her- mia . I have a widow aunt , a dowager Of great revenue ; and she hath no child : From Athens is her house remov'd seven leagues ; And she respects me as her only son . There , gentle Hermia , may I marry thee , And to ...
... hear me , Her- mia . I have a widow aunt , a dowager Of great revenue ; and she hath no child : From Athens is her house remov'd seven leagues ; And she respects me as her only son . There , gentle Hermia , may I marry thee , And to ...
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... hear me : I will roar , that I will make the Duke say , ' Let him roar again : let him roar again . ' Quin . An you should do it too terribly , you would fright the Duchess and the ladies , that they would shriek ; and that were enough ...
... hear me : I will roar , that I will make the Duke say , ' Let him roar again : let him roar again . ' Quin . An you should do it too terribly , you would fright the Duchess and the ladies , that they would shriek ; and that were enough ...
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... from their spheres , To hear the sea - maid's music . Puck . I remember . Obe . That very time I saw ( but thou could'st not ) , Flying between the cold moon and the Earth , Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At SC . I. 37 DREAM .
... from their spheres , To hear the sea - maid's music . Puck . I remember . Obe . That very time I saw ( but thou could'st not ) , Flying between the cold moon and the Earth , Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At SC . I. 37 DREAM .
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Seite 37 - 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.
Seite 226 - How 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 which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Seite 188 - I am a Jew : Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? If you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Seite 41 - 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.
Seite 308 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Seite 76 - I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Seite 227 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Seite 307 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits, and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms...
Seite 307 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Seite 158 - Aside.] How like a fawning publican He looks ! I hate him, for he is a Christian : But more, for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip -I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate, On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift, Which he calls interest : Cursed be my tribe If I forgive him 1 BASS.