The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, Band 2Charles Knight, 1851 |
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... hours unmeet , or that I yesternight Maintain'd the change of words with any creature , Refuse me , hate me , torture me to death . FRIAR . There is some strange misprision in the princes . BENE . Two of them have the very bent of ...
... hours unmeet , or that I yesternight Maintain'd the change of words with any creature , Refuse me , hate me , torture me to death . FRIAR . There is some strange misprision in the princes . BENE . Two of them have the very bent of ...
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... hour ; I was about to protest I loved you . BENE . And do it with all thy heart . BEAT . I love you with so much of my heart , that none is left to protest . BENE . Come , bid me do anything for thee . BEAT . Kill Claudio . BENE . Ha ...
... hour ; I was about to protest I loved you . BENE . And do it with all thy heart . BEAT . I love you with so much of my heart , that none is left to protest . BENE . Come , bid me do anything for thee . BEAT . Kill Claudio . BENE . Ha ...
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... hour together , trans - shape thy particular virtues ; yet , at last , she concluded with a sigh , thou wast the properest man in Italy . CLAUD . For the which she wept heartily , and said , she cared not . D. PEDRO . Yea , that she did ...
... hour together , trans - shape thy particular virtues ; yet , at last , she concluded with a sigh , thou wast the properest man in Italy . CLAUD . For the which she wept heartily , and said , she cared not . D. PEDRO . Yea , that she did ...
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... hour in clamour , and a quarter in rheum : There- fore it is most expedient for the wise ( if don Worm , his conscience , find no impediment to the contrary ) to be the trumpet of his own virtues , as I am to myself : So much for ...
... hour in clamour , and a quarter in rheum : There- fore it is most expedient for the wise ( if don Worm , his conscience , find no impediment to the contrary ) to be the trumpet of his own virtues , as I am to myself : So much for ...
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... hour To visit me : -you know your office , brother ; You must be father to your brother's daughter , And give her to young Claudio . ANT . Which I will do with confirm'd countenance . BENE . Friar , I must entreat your pains , I think ...
... hour To visit me : -you know your office , brother ; You must be father to your brother's daughter , And give her to young Claudio . ANT . Which I will do with confirm'd countenance . BENE . Friar , I must entreat your pains , I think ...
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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.