The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, Band 2Charles Knight, 1851 |
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... hast shifted out of thy tale into telling me of the fashion ? BORA . Not so neither : but know , that I have to - night wooed Margaret , the lady Hero's gentlewoman , by the name of Hero ; she leans me out at her mistress ' chamber ...
... hast shifted out of thy tale into telling me of the fashion ? BORA . Not so neither : but know , that I have to - night wooed Margaret , the lady Hero's gentlewoman , by the name of Hero ; she leans me out at her mistress ' chamber ...
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... hast so wrong'd my innocent child and me , That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by ; And , with gray hairs , and bruise of many days , Do challenge thee to trial of a man . I say , thou hast belied mine innocent child ; Thy slander hath ...
... hast so wrong'd my innocent child and me , That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by ; And , with gray hairs , and bruise of many days , Do challenge thee to trial of a man . I say , thou hast belied mine innocent child ; Thy slander hath ...
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... hast mettle enough in thee to kill care . BENE . Sir , I shall meet your wit in the career , an you charge it against me : — I pray you , choose another subject . CLAUD . Nay , then , give him another staff ; this last was broke cross ...
... hast mettle enough in thee to kill care . BENE . Sir , I shall meet your wit in the career , an you charge it against me : — I pray you , choose another subject . CLAUD . Nay , then , give him another staff ; this last was broke cross ...
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... hast kill'd Mine innocent child ? BORA . Yea , even I alone . LEON . No , not so , villain ; thou beliest thyself ; Here'stand a pair of honourable men , A third is fled , that had a hand in it : I thank you , princes , for my ...
... hast kill'd Mine innocent child ? BORA . Yea , even I alone . LEON . No , not so , villain ; thou beliest thyself ; Here'stand a pair of honourable men , A third is fled , that had a hand in it : I thank you , princes , for my ...
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... hast frighted the word out of his right sense , so forcible is thy wit : But , I must tell thee plainly , Claudio undergoes my challenge ; and either I must shortly hear from him , or I will subscribe him a coward . And , I pray thee ...
... hast frighted the word out of his right sense , so forcible is thy wit : But , I must tell thee plainly , Claudio undergoes my challenge ; and either I must shortly hear from him , or I will subscribe him a coward . And , I pray thee ...
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Angelo Anne Appears Ariel Autolycus BEAT Beatrice Benedick better Bohemia brother CAIUS Caliban Camillo CLAUD Claudio Clown COMEDIES.-VOL daughter death DOGB dost doth DUKE Enter ESCAL Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father folio follow fool FORD friar gentleman give grace hand hang hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter Hero hither honour HOST HUGH EVANS husband Illyria ISAB John king lady LEON Leonato look lord LUCIO maid Malvolio marry master constable master doctor mistress never night original Orlando passage PEDRO Pompey pray prince prithee Prospero PROV Provost quarto queen Re-enter reading Rosalind SCENE Shakspere Shakspere's SHAL SHEP signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby SLEN song speak Steevens swear sweet tell thee there's thou art to-morrow true wife Windsor woman word
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Seite 580 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
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 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 424 - Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears.
Seite 285 - My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0 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 strewn; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover never flnd my grave, To weep there.