The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, from the Text of Johnson, Stevens and Reed: With Glossarial Notes, Life, &c, Band 1Routledge, Warne & Routledge, 1862 |
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... Leon . Was not count John here at supper ? Ant . I saw him not . Beat . How tartly that gentleman looks ! I never can see him , but I am heart - burned an hour after . Hero . He is of a very melancholy disposition . Beat . He were an ...
... Leon . Was not count John here at supper ? Ant . I saw him not . Beat . How tartly that gentleman looks ! I never can see him , but I am heart - burned an hour after . Hero . He is of a very melancholy disposition . Beat . He were an ...
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... Leon . Cousin , you apprehend passing shrewdly . Beat . I have a good eye , uncle ; I can see a church by daylight . Leon . The revellers are entering ; brother , make good room . Enter DON PEDRO , CLAUDIO , BENEDICK , BALTHAZAR ; DON ...
... Leon . Cousin , you apprehend passing shrewdly . Beat . I have a good eye , uncle ; I can see a church by daylight . Leon . The revellers are entering ; brother , make good room . Enter DON PEDRO , CLAUDIO , BENEDICK , BALTHAZAR ; DON ...
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... Leon . Count , take of me my daughter , and with her my for- tunes : his grace hath made the match , and all grace say Amen to it ! Beat . Speak , count , ' tis your cue . * Claud . Silence is the perfectest herald of joy : I were but ...
... Leon . Count , take of me my daughter , and with her my for- tunes : his grace hath made the match , and all grace say Amen to it ! Beat . Speak , count , ' tis your cue . * Claud . Silence is the perfectest herald of joy : I were but ...
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... Leon . There's little of the melancholy element in her , my lord : she is never sad , but when she sleeps ; and not ... Leon . O , by no means ; she mocks all her wooers out of suit . D. Pedro . She were an excellent wife for Benedick ...
... Leon . There's little of the melancholy element in her , my lord : she is never sad , but when she sleeps ; and not ... Leon . O , by no means ; she mocks all her wooers out of suit . D. Pedro . She were an excellent wife for Benedick ...
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... Leon . No , nor I neither ; but most wonderful , that she should so dote on signior Benedick , whom she hath in all outward be- haviours seemed ever to abhor . Bene . Is't possible ? Sits the wind in that corner ? [ Aside . Leon . By my ...
... Leon . No , nor I neither ; but most wonderful , that she should so dote on signior Benedick , whom she hath in all outward be- haviours seemed ever to abhor . Bene . Is't possible ? Sits the wind in that corner ? [ Aside . Leon . By my ...
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Seite 204 - 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. Spirits are not finely touch'd, But to fine issues: nor nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a...
Seite 482 - 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 321 - Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Seite 148 - Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure, and, when I have required Some heavenly music, which even now I do, To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I'll drown my book.
Seite 221 - 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 125 - 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 219 - 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 390 - 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.