The plays of William Shakespeare, ed. by T. Keightley, Partea 37,Volumul 2 |
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Pagina 7
... thee , he will practise against thee by poison , entrap thee by some treacherous device , and never leave thee till he hath ta'en thy life by some indirect means or other ; for , I assure thee , and almost with tears I speak it , there ...
... thee , he will practise against thee by poison , entrap thee by some treacherous device , and never leave thee till he hath ta'en thy life by some indirect means or other ; for , I assure thee , and almost with tears I speak it , there ...
Pagina 8
... thee , Rosalind , sweet my coz , be merry . Ros . Dear Celia , I show more mirth than I am mistress of ; and would you yet I were merrier ? Unless you could teach me to forget a banished fa- ther , you must not learn me how to remember ...
... thee , Rosalind , sweet my coz , be merry . Ros . Dear Celia , I show more mirth than I am mistress of ; and would you yet I were merrier ? Unless you could teach me to forget a banished fa- ther , you must not learn me how to remember ...
Pagina 17
... thee , that I trust thee not . Ros . Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor . Tell me , whereon the likelihood depends .. Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter , there's enough . Ros . So was I , when your Highness took his duke ...
... thee , that I trust thee not . Ros . Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor . Tell me , whereon the likelihood depends .. Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter , there's enough . Ros . So was I , when your Highness took his duke ...
Pagina 18
... thee mine . I charge thee , be not thou more griev'd than I am . Ros . I have more cause . Cel . Thou hast not , cousin . Pr'ythee , be cheerful ; know'st thou not , the Duke Hath banish'd me , his daughter ? Ros . That he hath not ...
... thee mine . I charge thee , be not thou more griev'd than I am . Ros . I have more cause . Cel . Thou hast not , cousin . Pr'ythee , be cheerful ; know'st thou not , the Duke Hath banish'd me , his daughter ? Ros . That he hath not ...
Pagina 19
... thee . Ros . Why , whither shall we go ? Cel . To seek my uncle in the forest of Arden . Ros . Alas , what danger will it be to us , Maids as we are , to travel forth so far ! Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold . Cel . I'll put ...
... thee . Ros . Why , whither shall we go ? Cel . To seek my uncle in the forest of Arden . Ros . Alas , what danger will it be to us , Maids as we are , to travel forth so far ! Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold . Cel . I'll put ...
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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...