The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere: Histories, vol. 2. King Henry VI, Part I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIC. Knight, 1851 |
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... comes this night to Messina . MESS . He is very near by this ; he was not three leagues off when I left him . LEON . How many gentlemen have you lost in this action ? MESS . But few of any sort , and none of name . In the stage ...
... comes this night to Messina . MESS . He is very near by this ; he was not three leagues off when I left him . LEON . How many gentlemen have you lost in this action ? MESS . But few of any sort , and none of name . In the stage ...
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... comes me the prince and Claudio , hand in hand , in sad a conference : I whipt b behind the arras ; and there heard ... Come , come , let us thither ; this may prove food to my displeasure : that young start - up hath all the glory of my ...
... comes me the prince and Claudio , hand in hand , in sad a conference : I whipt b behind the arras ; and there heard ... Come , come , let us thither ; this may prove food to my displeasure : that young start - up hath all the glory of my ...
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... comes repentance , and , with his bad legs , falls into the cinque - pace faster and faster , till he sink into his ... Come , come ; do you think I SCENE I. ] 17 MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .
... comes repentance , and , with his bad legs , falls into the cinque - pace faster and faster , till he sink into his ... Come , come ; do you think I SCENE I. ] 17 MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .
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... Come , talk not of her : you shall find her the infernal Até in good apparel . I would to God some scholar would ... comes . BENE . Will your grace command me any service to the world's end ? I will go on the slightest errand now to ...
... Come , talk not of her : you shall find her the infernal Até in good apparel . I would to God some scholar would ... comes . BENE . Will your grace command me any service to the world's end ? I will go on the slightest errand now to ...
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... comes Beatrice ; By this day , she's a fair lady : I do spy some marks of love in her . Enter BEATRICE . BEAT . Against my will , I am sent to bid you come in to dinner . BENE . Fair Beatrice , I thank you for your pains . BEAT . I took ...
... comes Beatrice ; By this day , she's a fair lady : I do spy some marks of love in her . Enter BEATRICE . BEAT . Against my will , I am sent to bid you come in to dinner . BENE . Fair Beatrice , I thank you for your pains . BEAT . I took ...
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Seite 367 - 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.
Seite 188 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — 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.
Seite 25 - 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.
Seite 201 - And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Seite 284 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Seite 202 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, 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 remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh,...
Seite 198 - twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Seite 554 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Seite 425 - In the white curtain, to and fro, She saw the gusty shadow sway. But when the moon was very low, And wild winds bound within their cell, The shadow of the poplar fell Upon her bed, across her brow. She only said, ' The night is dreary, He cometh not...
Seite 285 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.