The plays of William Shakespeare, ed. by T. Keightley, Partea 37,Volumul 2 |
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Pagina 5
... pray you , leave me . Orl . I will no further offend you than becomes me for my good . Oli . Get you with him , you old dog . Adam . Is old dog my reward ? Most true , I have lost my teeth in your service . God be with my old master ...
... pray you , leave me . Orl . I will no further offend you than becomes me for my good . Oli . Get you with him , you old dog . Adam . Is old dog my reward ? Most true , I have lost my teeth in your service . God be with my old master ...
Pagina 27
... pray you , one of you question yond ' man , If he for gold will give us any food ; I faint almost to death . Touch . Holla ; you clown ! Your betters , sir . Ros . Peace , fool ; he's not thy kinsman . Cor . Who calls ? Touch . Cor ...
... pray you , one of you question yond ' man , If he for gold will give us any food ; I faint almost to death . Touch . Holla ; you clown ! Your betters , sir . Ros . Peace , fool ; he's not thy kinsman . Cor . Who calls ? Touch . Cor ...
Pagina 33
... pray you . I thought , that all things had been savage here ; And therefore put I on the countenance Of stern commandment . But whate'er you are , That in this desert inaccessible , Under the shade of melancholy boughs , Lose and ...
... pray you . I thought , that all things had been savage here ; And therefore put I on the countenance Of stern commandment . But whate'er you are , That in this desert inaccessible , Under the shade of melancholy boughs , Lose and ...
Pagina 44
... pray you , mar no more trees with writing love - songs in their barks . Orl . I pray you , mar no more of my verses with reading them ill - favouredly . Jaq . Rosalind is your love's name ? Orl . Yes , just . Jaq . I do not like her ...
... pray you , mar no more trees with writing love - songs in their barks . Orl . I pray you , mar no more of my verses with reading them ill - favouredly . Jaq . Rosalind is your love's name ? Orl . Yes , just . Jaq . I do not like her ...
Pagina 45
... pray you , what is't o'clock ? Orl . You should ask me , what time o'day ; there's no clock in the forest . Ros . Then there is no true lover in the forest ; else sighing every minute , and groaning every hour , would detect the lazy ...
... pray you , what is't o'clock ? Orl . You should ask me , what time o'day ; there's no clock in the forest . Ros . Then there is no true lover in the forest ; else sighing every minute , and groaning every hour , would detect the lazy ...
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Pagina 473 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er 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.
Pagina 559 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had...
Pagina 574 - twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt, the...
Pagina 573 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art ? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury Do I take part. The rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance ; they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
Pagina 531 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ! Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Pagina 530 - Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me ; would'st give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...
Pagina 547 - A strange fish ! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man : any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a man ! and his fins like arms ! Warm o...