Measure for measure. Much ado about nothing. Midsummer-night's dream. Love's labour's lostCharles Whittingham, 1826 |
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... Isab . And have you nuns no further privileges ? Fran . Are not these large enough ? Isab . Yes , truly : I speak not as desiring more ; But rather wishing a more strict restraint [ Within . ] Upon the sisterhood , the votarists of ...
... Isab . And have you nuns no further privileges ? Fran . Are not these large enough ? Isab . Yes , truly : I speak not as desiring more ; But rather wishing a more strict restraint [ Within . ] Upon the sisterhood , the votarists of ...
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... Isab . Why her unhappy brother ? let me ask ; The rather , for I now must make you know I am that Isabella , and his sister . Lucio . Gentle and fair , your brother kindly greets you : Not to be weary with you , he's in prison . Isab ...
... Isab . Why her unhappy brother ? let me ask ; The rather , for I now must make you know I am that Isabella , and his sister . Lucio . Gentle and fair , your brother kindly greets you : Not to be weary with you , he's in prison . Isab ...
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... Isab . Some one with child by him ? -My cousin Juliet ? Lucio . Is she your cousin ? Isab . Adoptedly ; as school - maids change their names , By vain though apt affection . Lucio . She it is . Isab . O let him marry her ! Lucio . This ...
... Isab . Some one with child by him ? -My cousin Juliet ? Lucio . Is she your cousin ? Isab . Adoptedly ; as school - maids change their names , By vain though apt affection . Lucio . She it is . Isab . O let him marry her ! Lucio . This ...
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... Isab . Doth he so seek his life ? Lucio . prayer Has censur'd 11 him Already ; and , as I hear , the provost hath A warrant for his execution . Isab . Alas ! what poor ability's in me To do him good ? Lucio . Assay the power you have . Isab ...
... Isab . Doth he so seek his life ? Lucio . prayer Has censur'd 11 him Already ; and , as I hear , the provost hath A warrant for his execution . Isab . Alas ! what poor ability's in me To do him good ? Lucio . Assay the power you have . Isab ...
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William Shakespeare. Isab . I'll see what I can do . Lucio . Isab . I will about it straight ; But speedily . No longer staying but to give the mother 13 Notice of my affair . I humbly thank you : Commend me to my brother : soon at night ...
William Shakespeare. Isab . I'll see what I can do . Lucio . Isab . I will about it straight ; But speedily . No longer staying but to give the mother 13 Notice of my affair . I humbly thank you : Commend me to my brother : soon at night ...
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Seite 6 - 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.
Seite 413 - When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall. And milk comes frozen home in pail...
Seite 241 - Thou remember'st 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 70 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Seite 412 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo, then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo, — O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Seite 235 - Swifter than the moon's sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be : In their gold coats spots you see ; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours : I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Seite 168 - ... need of such vanity. You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch; therefore bear you the lantern: This is your charge; You shall comprehend all vagrom men; you are to bid any man stand, in the prince's name.
Seite 284 - I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was; man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was — there is no man can tell what. Methought I was — and methought I had — but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had.
Seite 50 - Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum, For ending thee no sooner. Thou hast nor youth nor age; But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both ; for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms Of palsied eld ; and when thou art old and rich, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this That bears the name of life ? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths ; yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even.
Seite 413 - 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.