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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Σελίδα 9
... Heaven cease this idle humour in your honour ! O , that a mighty man of such descent , Of such possessions and so high esteem , Should be infused with so foul a spirit ! Sly . What , would you make me mad ? Am not I Christopher Sly ...
... Heaven cease this idle humour in your honour ! O , that a mighty man of such descent , Of such possessions and so high esteem , Should be infused with so foul a spirit ! Sly . What , would you make me mad ? Am not I Christopher Sly ...
Σελίδα 23
... ( ed . 2 ) . peepe F , Q F2 . peep F3 F4 . out ] mo Collier MS . 33 , 34. Whom ... worst ] Printed as prose in Ff Q , as verse first by Rowe ( ed . 2 ) . 35 Gru . Knock at the gate ! O heavens ! SCENE II . ] THE TAMING OF THE SHREW . 23.
... ( ed . 2 ) . peepe F , Q F2 . peep F3 F4 . out ] mo Collier MS . 33 , 34. Whom ... worst ] Printed as prose in Ff Q , as verse first by Rowe ( ed . 2 ) . 35 Gru . Knock at the gate ! O heavens ! SCENE II . ] THE TAMING OF THE SHREW . 23.
Σελίδα 24
... heavens ! Spake you not these words plain , ' Sirrah , knock me here , rap me here , knock me well , and knock me soundly ' ? And come you now with , ' knocking at the gate ' ? Pet . Sirrah , be gone , or talk not , I advise you . Hor ...
... heavens ! Spake you not these words plain , ' Sirrah , knock me here , rap me here , knock me well , and knock me soundly ' ? And come you now with , ' knocking at the gate ' ? Pet . Sirrah , be gone , or talk not , I advise you . Hor ...
Σελίδα 29
... heaven's artillery thunder in the skies ? Have I not in a pitched battle heard Loud ' larums , neighing steeds , and trumpets ' clang ? And do you tell me of a woman's tongue , That gives not half so great a blow to hear As will a ...
... heaven's artillery thunder in the skies ? Have I not in a pitched battle heard Loud ' larums , neighing steeds , and trumpets ' clang ? And do you tell me of a woman's tongue , That gives not half so great a blow to hear As will a ...
Σελίδα 84
... heaven with such beauty , As those two eyes become that heavenly face ? Fair lovely maid , once more good day to thee . Sweet Kate , embrace her for her beauty's sake . Hor . A'will make the man mad , to make a woman of him . Kath ...
... heaven with such beauty , As those two eyes become that heavenly face ? Fair lovely maid , once more good day to thee . Sweet Kate , embrace her for her beauty's sake . Hor . A'will make the man mad , to make a woman of him . Kath ...
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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.