The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, Band 2Charles Knight, 1851 |
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... lord , lest I should prove the mother of fools . I have brought count Claudio , whom you sent me to seek . D. PEDRO . Why , how now , count ? wherefore are you sad ? CLAUD . Not sad , my lord . D. PEDRO . How then ? Sick ? CLAUD ...
... lord , lest I should prove the mother of fools . I have brought count Claudio , whom you sent me to seek . D. PEDRO . Why , how now , count ? wherefore are you sad ? CLAUD . Not sad , my lord . D. PEDRO . How then ? Sick ? CLAUD ...
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... Lord , my lord , if they were but a week married they would talk them- selves mad . D. PEDRO . Count Claudio , when mean you to go to church ? CLAUD . To - morrow , my lord : Time goes on crutches till Love have all his rites . LEON ...
... Lord , my lord , if they were but a week married they would talk them- selves mad . D. PEDRO . Count Claudio , when mean you to go to church ? CLAUD . To - morrow , my lord : Time goes on crutches till Love have all his rites . LEON ...
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... lord , but I can cross it . D. JOHN . Any bar , any cross , any impediment will be medicinable to me : I am sick in displeasure to him ; and whatsoever comes athwart his affection , ranges evenly with mine . How canst thou cross this ...
... lord , but I can cross it . D. JOHN . Any bar , any cross , any impediment will be medicinable to me : I am sick in displeasure to him ; and whatsoever comes athwart his affection , ranges evenly with mine . How canst thou cross this ...
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... lord : -How still the evening is , As hush'd on purpose to grace harmony ! D. PEDRO . See you where Bénédick hath hid himself ? CLAUD . O , very well , my lord : the music ended , We'll fit the kid fox with a pennyworth . Enter ...
... lord : -How still the evening is , As hush'd on purpose to grace harmony ! D. PEDRO . See you where Bénédick hath hid himself ? CLAUD . O , very well , my lord : the music ended , We'll fit the kid fox with a pennyworth . Enter ...
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... lord . D. PEDRO . Ha ? no ; no , faith ; thou singest well enough for a shift . BENE . [ Aside . ] An he had been a dog that should have howled thus , they would have hanged him : and , I pray God , his bad voice bode no mischief ! I ...
... lord . D. PEDRO . Ha ? no ; no , faith ; thou singest well enough for a shift . BENE . [ Aside . ] An he had been a dog that should have howled thus , they would have hanged him : and , I pray God , his bad voice bode no mischief ! I ...
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Beliebte Passagen
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.