The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a memoir and essay on his genius by Barry Cornwall: also annotations and remarks by many writers, illustr. with engr. from designs by K. Meadows, Band 1 |
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... woman's reason ; I think him so , because I think him so . Jul . And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him ? Luc . Ay , if you thought your love not cast away . Jul . Why , he of all the rest hath never moved me . Luc . Yet he of all ...
... woman's reason ; I think him so , because I think him so . Jul . And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him ? Luc . Ay , if you thought your love not cast away . Jul . Why , he of all the rest hath never moved me . Luc . Yet he of all ...
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... woman ; — well , I kiss her ; -why , there ' tis ; here's my mother's breath up and down ; now come I to my sister ; mark the moan she makes : now , the dog all this while sheds not a tear , nor speaks a word ; but see how I lay the ...
... woman ; — well , I kiss her ; -why , there ' tis ; here's my mother's breath up and down ; now come I to my sister ; mark the moan she makes : now , the dog all this while sheds not a tear , nor speaks a word ; but see how I lay the ...
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... woman ; for I would prevent The loose encounters of lascivious men : Gentle Lucetta , fit me with such weeds As may beseem some well - reputed page . Luc . Why then , your ladyship must cut your hair . Jul . No , girl ; I'll knit it up ...
... woman ; for I would prevent The loose encounters of lascivious men : Gentle Lucetta , fit me with such weeds As may beseem some well - reputed page . Luc . Why then , your ladyship must cut your hair . Jul . No , girl ; I'll knit it up ...
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... woman's mind . Duke . But she did scorn a present that I sent her . Val . A woman sometimes scorns what best contents her : Send her another ; never give her o'er ; For scorn at first makes after - love the more . If she do frown , ' t ...
... woman's mind . Duke . But she did scorn a present that I sent her . Val . A woman sometimes scorns what best contents her : Send her another ; never give her o'er ; For scorn at first makes after - love the more . If she do frown , ' t ...
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... woman , I will not tell myself ; and yet ' t is a milkmaid ; yet ' t is not a maid , for she hath had gossips : yet ' t is a maid , for she is her master's maid , and serves for wages . She hath more qualities than a water - spaniel ...
... woman , I will not tell myself ; and yet ' t is a milkmaid ; yet ' t is not a maid , for she hath had gossips : yet ' t is a maid , for she is her master's maid , and serves for wages . She hath more qualities than a water - spaniel ...
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Angelo Antonio art thou better Biron Boyet brother Caius Caliban Claud Claudio Costard daughter doth ducats Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy Falstaff father fear fool Ford Friar gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia Herne the hunter hither honour Host humour husband Illyria Isab Kath king lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio Marry Master Doctor Mistress never night Pedro play Pompey pr'y thee pray PROSPERO Proteus Re-enter Scene servant Shakspere Shakspere's Shal shew Shylock Signior Silvia sing Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby Slen soul speak Speed swear sweet Sycorax tell there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio true unto Valentine What's wife woman word
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Seite 473 - 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 472 - 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 467 - 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 468 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Seite 365 - For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Fetching mad bounds, bellowing, and neighing loud, Which is the hot condition of their blood; If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze, By the sweet power of music. Therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods; Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But...
Seite 30 - Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer, Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
Seite 222 - 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 338 - And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say ' Shylock, we would have moneys : ' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...