Tales from Shakespeare: Designed for the Use of Young Persons, Band 2Bradford and Inskeep, 1813 |
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... true observance seek to eke out that desert , wherein my homely stars have failed to equal my great for- tunes . " But this humble speech of Hele- na's did not at all move the haughty Ber- tram to pity his gentle wife , and he parted ...
... true observance seek to eke out that desert , wherein my homely stars have failed to equal my great for- tunes . " But this humble speech of Hele- na's did not at all move the haughty Ber- tram to pity his gentle wife , and he parted ...
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... true , finding her dear Helena , whom she loved with even a maternal affection , was still living , felt a delight she was hardly able to support ; and the king , scarce believing for joy that it was Helena , said , " Is this in- deed ...
... true , finding her dear Helena , whom she loved with even a maternal affection , was still living , felt a delight she was hardly able to support ; and the king , scarce believing for joy that it was Helena , said , " Is this in- deed ...
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... true judg- ment , that he well knew how to feign a passionate and furious deportment , when his spirits were so calm that himself could have laughed merrily at his own an- gry feigning , for his natural temper was careless and easy ...
... true judg- ment , that he well knew how to feign a passionate and furious deportment , when his spirits were so calm that himself could have laughed merrily at his own an- gry feigning , for his natural temper was careless and easy ...
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... true , it is a paltry cap , and I love you for not liking it . ' Love me , or love me not , ' said Katherine , I like the cap , and I will have this cap or none . ' You say you wish to see the gown , ' said Petruchio , still af- fecting ...
... true , it is a paltry cap , and I love you for not liking it . ' Love me , or love me not , ' said Katherine , I like the cap , and I will have this cap or none . ' You say you wish to see the gown , ' said Petruchio , still af- fecting ...
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... " Adriana believed the story the lady told her of her husband's madness must be true , when he reproached her for shutting him out of his own house ; and remembering how he had protested all dinner - time that he The Comedy of Errors . 73.
... " Adriana believed the story the lady told her of her husband's madness must be true , when he reproached her for shutting him out of his own house ; and remembering how he had protested all dinner - time that he The Comedy of Errors . 73.
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abbess Adriana Ægeon Angelo Antipholis of Syracuse bade beauty begged Bertram brother brought called Cassio Cerimon Cesario Claudio Cleon count Paris countess daughter dead dear death Desdemona Diana Dionysia Dromio duke Ephesus fair father fear feast friar gave gentle gentleman give grief Hamlet hear heard heart Heaven Helena Hellicanus honour husband Iago Illyria Isabel Juliet Katherine king knew lady Laertes Leoline living look lord Capulet lord Timon Lychorida Lysimachus maid Mantua Marina marriage married Mercutio Michael Cassio mind mistress mother Mountague murder Narbon never night noble old lord Olivia Orsino Othello pardon Paris passion Pericles Petruchio poor prince prince of Tyre prison queen replied rich ring Romeo Rossilion Sebastian seemed sent servant ship sister speak strange sweet tell Thaisa Tharsus ther ther's thing thought told Tybalt Tyre Verona Viola weep wife wished words young
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Seite 96 - O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake, Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Seite 277 - A terrible child-bed hast thou had, my dear, No light, no fire : the unfriendly elements Forgot thee utterly ; nor have I time To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight Must cast thee, scarcely coffin'd, in the ooze; Where, for a monument upon thy bones, And aye-remaining || lamps, the belching whale, And humming water must o'erwhelm thy corpse, Lying with simple shells...
Seite 127 - ... 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.
Seite 84 - We must not make a scare-crow of the law, ' Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Seite 123 - twill endure wind and weather. Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on : Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy.
Seite 127 - 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...
Seite 119 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Seite 127 - 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 90 - That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom ; Knock there ; and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault ; if it confess A natural guiltiness such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life.
Seite 119 - And what is her history?" said Orsino. "A blank, my lord," replied Viola: "she never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm in the bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought, and with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like Patience on a monument, smiling at Grief.