ComediesG. Routledge & Sons, 1867 |
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... thing ? This would be very pretty and inte- resting and characteristic in Viola or Ophelia , but not at all consistent with that high deter- mined spirit , that moral energy , with which Helena is portrayed . " * Helena suffers Bertram ...
... thing ? This would be very pretty and inte- resting and characteristic in Viola or Ophelia , but not at all consistent with that high deter- mined spirit , that moral energy , with which Helena is portrayed . " * Helena suffers Bertram ...
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... thing to know it . Count . You have discharged this honestly ; keep it to yourself : many likelihoods informed me of this before , which hung so tottering in the balance , that I could neither believe , nor misdoubt : Pray you , leave ...
... thing to know it . Count . You have discharged this honestly ; keep it to yourself : many likelihoods informed me of this before , which hung so tottering in the balance , that I could neither believe , nor misdoubt : Pray you , leave ...
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... things , what power he hath by the ancient laws of the realm to dispose of the marriages of all such subjects as hold their lands of him by tenures in capite , or knights ' service , and shall be under ages at the time of their ...
... things , what power he hath by the ancient laws of the realm to dispose of the marriages of all such subjects as hold their lands of him by tenures in capite , or knights ' service , and shall be under ages at the time of their ...
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... things knows , As ' tis with us that square our guess by shows : But most it is presumption in us , when The help of heaven we count the act of men . Dear sir , to my endeavours give consent : Of heaven , not me , make an experiment . I ...
... things knows , As ' tis with us that square our guess by shows : But most it is presumption in us , when The help of heaven we count the act of men . Dear sir , to my endeavours give consent : Of heaven , not me , make an experiment . I ...
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... things may serve long , but not serve ever . Count . I play the noble housewife with the time , a To entertain it so merrily with a fool Clo . O Lord , sir , -Why , there't serves well again . Count . An end , sir : To your business ...
... things may serve long , but not serve ever . Count . I play the noble housewife with the time , a To entertain it so merrily with a fool Clo . O Lord , sir , -Why , there't serves well again . Count . An end , sir : To your business ...
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Adam Spencer Angelo Ariel Beat Beatrice Benedick better Bohemia brother Caliban Camillo Claud Claudio Clown comedy Count daughter death Dogb dost doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair father folio fool forest of Arden friar gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hero hither honour ILLUSTRATIONS OF ACT Illyria Isab king knave lady Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio madam maid Malvolio marry master Measure for Measure mistress never night original Orlando passage Pedro play Pompey poor pray prince prithee Prospero Prov queen reading Rosalind SCENE Shakspere Shakspere's signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir TOBY speak spirit Steevens swear sweet Sycorax Tale of Gamelyn tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue Twelfth Night Winter's Tale word youth
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Seite 412 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none ; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too, but innocent and pure ; No sovereignty ; — Seb.
Seite 317 - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
Seite 363 - Say, there be ; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean : so, over that art, Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock ; And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : This is an art Which does mend nature,— change it rather: but The art itself is nature.
Seite 405 - t ; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...
Seite 205 - They say he is already in the forest of Arden, and a many merry men with him ; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England. They say many young gentlemen flock to him every day, and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world.
Seite 220 - And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school : and then, the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress...
Seite 435 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets* that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Seite 435 - Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be) I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the...
Seite 435 - Have wak'd their sleepers ; op'd, and let them forth By my so potent art : But this rough magic I here abjure : and, when I have requir'd Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I '11 break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I '11 drown my book.
Seite 153 - 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 ; 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 ! Duke.