The Plays of William Shakspeare: Twelfth night ; Measure for measure ; Much ado about nothing ; Midsummer night's dream ; Love's labour's lostLongman and Company, 1847 |
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... thank thee : Lead me on . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . A Room in Olivia's House . Enter Sir TOBY BELCH , and MARIA . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take the death of her brother thus ? I am sure , care's an enemy to life . Mar. By ...
... thank thee : Lead me on . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . A Room in Olivia's House . Enter Sir TOBY BELCH , and MARIA . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take the death of her brother thus ? I am sure , care's an enemy to life . Mar. By ...
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... thank you . Here comes the count . Duke . Who saw Cesario , ho ? Vio . On your attendance , my lord ; here . Duke . Stand you awhile aloof . - Cesario , Thou know'st no less but all ; I have unclasp'd To thee the book even of my secret ...
... thank you . Here comes the count . Duke . Who saw Cesario , ho ? Vio . On your attendance , my lord ; here . Duke . Stand you awhile aloof . - Cesario , Thou know'st no less but all ; I have unclasp'd To thee the book even of my secret ...
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... thank you for your pains : Fare you well : spend this for me . Vio . I am no fee'd post , lady ; keep your purse ; My master , not myself , lacks recompense . Love make his heart of flint , that you shall love ; And let your fervour ...
... thank you for your pains : Fare you well : spend this for me . Vio . I am no fee'd post , lady ; keep your purse ; My master , not myself , lacks recompense . Love make his heart of flint , that you shall love ; And let your fervour ...
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... thank my stars , I am happy . I will be strange , stout , in yellow stockings , and cross - gartered , even with the swiftness of putting on . Jove , and my stars , be praised ! -Here is yet a postscript . Thou canst not choose but know ...
... thank my stars , I am happy . I will be strange , stout , in yellow stockings , and cross - gartered , even with the swiftness of putting on . Jove , and my stars , be praised ! -Here is yet a postscript . Thou canst not choose but know ...
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... thanks , 5 He does smile his face into more lines , than are in the new map , with the augmentation of the Indies ... thanks , and ever thanks : often good turns SCENE III . 53 WHAT YOU WILL .
... thanks , 5 He does smile his face into more lines , than are in the new map , with the augmentation of the Indies ... thanks , and ever thanks : often good turns SCENE III . 53 WHAT YOU WILL .
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Bawd Beat Beatrice Benedick better Biron Bora Boyet brother Claud Claudio Clown Cost Costard cousin dear death Demetrius Dogb dost thou doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father favour fear fool friar gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Illyria Isab Kath King lady Leon Leonato look Lucio Lysander madam maid MALONE Malvolio Marry master Master constable mean mistress moon Moth musick never night pardon Pedro PHILOSTRATE play Pompey pray prince Prov Provost Puck Pyramus Quin Re-enter SCENE Shakspeare signior Sir ANDREW Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir TOBY Sir TOBY BELCH soul speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thing Thisby thou art thou hast Titania to-morrow tongue troth true What's word
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Seite 119 - 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 94 - That, to the observer, doth thy history Fully unfold: Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, them on thee. 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 87 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man's estate, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day.
Seite 36 - 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...
Seite 420 - From women's eyes this doctrine I derive : They sparkle still the right Promethean fire ; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world...
Seite 302 - That very time I saw, (but thou couldst not,) Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon; And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Seite 419 - Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil ; But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain, But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Seite 29 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.