The Works of William Shakespeare: The tempest. The two gentlemen of Verona. The merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure. The comedy of errorsMacmillan, 1863 - 1075 σελίδες |
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... eye . See this dispatch'd with all the haste thou canst : 125 Anon I'll give thee more instructions . [ Exit a Servingman . I know the boy will well usurp the grace , Voice , gait and action of a gentlewoman : 130 I long to hear him ...
... eye . See this dispatch'd with all the haste thou canst : 125 Anon I'll give thee more instructions . [ Exit a Servingman . I know the boy will well usurp the grace , Voice , gait and action of a gentlewoman : 130 I long to hear him ...
Σελίδα 16
... eye , an she knew why . Bian . Sister , content you in my discontent . 70 75 115 80 Sir , to your pleasure humbly I subscribe : My books and instruments shall be my company , On them to look and practise by myself . Luc . Hark , Tranio ...
... eye , an she knew why . Bian . Sister , content you in my discontent . 70 75 115 80 Sir , to your pleasure humbly I subscribe : My books and instruments shall be my company , On them to look and practise by myself . Luc . Hark , Tranio ...
Σελίδα 21
... eye . Here comes the rogue . Enter BIONDello . Sirrah , where have you been ? Bion . Where have I been ! Nay , how now ! where are you ? Master , has my fellow Tranio stolen your clothes ? Or you stolen his ? or both ? pray , what's the ...
... eye . Here comes the rogue . Enter BIONDello . Sirrah , where have you been ? Bion . Where have I been ! Nay , how now ! where are you ? Master , has my fellow Tranio stolen your clothes ? Or you stolen his ? or both ? pray , what's the ...
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... eyes to see withal than a cat . You know him not , sir . Hor . Tarry , Petruchio , I must go with thee ; For in Baptista's keep my treasure is : ΙΙΟ He hath the jewel of my life in hold , His youngest daughter , beautiful Bianca ; 115 ...
... eyes to see withal than a cat . You know him not , sir . Hor . Tarry , Petruchio , I must go with thee ; For in Baptista's keep my treasure is : ΙΙΟ He hath the jewel of my life in hold , His youngest daughter , beautiful Bianca ; 115 ...
Σελίδα 34
... eye the witness Of that report which I so oft have heard . And , for an entrance to my entertainment , 50 I do present you with a man of mine , [ Presenting Hortensio . 55 Cunning in music and the mathematics , To instruct her fully in ...
... eye the witness Of that report which I so oft have heard . And , for an entrance to my entertainment , 50 I do present you with a man of mine , [ Presenting Hortensio . 55 Cunning in music and the mathematics , To instruct her fully in ...
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Anon Baptista Becket conj Bertram better Bianca Bion Biondello Bohemia Cambridge Camillo Capell conj cloth College Collier Collier Count Crown 8vo daughter Duke Dyce Enter Exeunt Exit F,F₂ F₁ F₂ father Fcap fellow Ff Q Folio fool Gent gentleman Grant White Gremio Hanmer hast hath Heath conj honour Hortensio Illyria Johnson conj Kate Kath Katharina King knave lady Leon lines in Ff lord Lucentio madam Malone conj Malvolio marry master mistress Olivia Padua Petruchio Pope pray prithee Rann Re-enter Rousillon Rowe Rowe ed SCENE Second Edition servant Shep Sicilia Signior Sir Toby sirrah speak sweet tell thee Theo Theobald conj there's thine thou art Tranio Trinity College University of Cambridge Walker conj Warburton wife ΙΟ
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Σελίδα 377 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one!
Σελίδα 376 - 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.
Σελίδα 112 - Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.
Σελίδα 250 - ... 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.
Σελίδα 180 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Σελίδα 252 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.