The Plays, Volumul 2Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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Pagina 17
... tell me , When I , that censure § him , do so offend , Let mine own judgement pattern out my death , And nothing come in partial . Sir , he must die . Escal . Be it as your wisdom will . Ang . See that Claudio Where is the provost ...
... tell me , When I , that censure § him , do so offend , Let mine own judgement pattern out my death , And nothing come in partial . Sir , he must die . Escal . Be it as your wisdom will . Ang . See that Claudio Where is the provost ...
Pagina 19
... telling you then , if you be remember'd , that such a one , and such a one , were past cure of the thing you wot of , unless they kept very good diet , as I told you . Froth . All this is true . Clo . Why , very well then . Escal . Come ...
... telling you then , if you be remember'd , that such a one , and such a one , were past cure of the thing you wot of , unless they kept very good diet , as I told you . Froth . All this is true . Clo . Why , very well then . Escal . Come ...
Pagina 22
... tell me true ; it shall be the better for you . Clo . Truly , sir , I am a poor fellow , that would live . Escal . How would you live , Pompey ? by being a bawd ? what do you think of the trade , Pompey ? is it a lawful trade ? Clo . If ...
... tell me true ; it shall be the better for you . Clo . Truly , sir , I am a poor fellow , that would live . Escal . How would you live , Pompey ? by being a bawd ? what do you think of the trade , Pompey ? is it a lawful trade ? Clo . If ...
Pagina 24
... tell him of you . Pro . Pray you , do . [ Exit Servant . ] I'll know His pleasure ; may be , he will relent : Alas , He hath but as offended in a dream ! All sects , all ages , smack of this vice ; and he To die for it ! Ang . Enter ...
... tell him of you . Pro . Pray you , do . [ Exit Servant . ] I'll know His pleasure ; may be , he will relent : Alas , He hath but as offended in a dream ! All sects , all ages , smack of this vice ; and he To die for it ! Ang . Enter ...
Pagina 26
... tell what ' twere to be a judge , And what a prisoner . Lucio . Ay , touch him : there's the vein . [ Aside . Ang . Your brother is a forfeit of the law , And you but waste your words . Pity . † Be assured . Isab . Alas ! alas ! Why ...
... tell what ' twere to be a judge , And what a prisoner . Lucio . Ay , touch him : there's the vein . [ Aside . Ang . Your brother is a forfeit of the law , And you but waste your words . Pity . † Be assured . Isab . Alas ! alas ! Why ...
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Abhorson Armado Athens Bawd Beat Beatrice Benedick better Biron Bora Borachio Boyet brother Claud Claudio Cost Costard cousin dear death Demetrius Dogb Don John Don Pedro dost thou doth Duke Egeus Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father fear fool forsworn friar gentle give grace hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Isab Kath King lady Leon Leonato lion Longaville look lord Angelo lovers Lucio Lysander madam maid Marg marry master master constable moon Moth musick Navarre never night oath Oberon offend pardon Philostrate play Pompey praise pray prince Prov Provost Puck Pyramus Quin Re-enter Rosaline SCENE shame signior sleep soul speak swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thine thing Thisby thou art thou hast Tita Titania to-morrow tongue troth true what's word
Pasaje populare
Pagina 327 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Pagina 54 - So disguise shall, by the disguised, Pay with falsehood false exacting, And perform an old contracting. [Exit. ACT IV. SCENE I. — A Room in Mariana'* House. MARIANA discovered sitting; a Boy singing. SONG. Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Pagina 4 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd...
Pagina 327 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Pagina 119 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more ; Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into, Hey nonny, nonny.
Pagina 54 - Take, oh, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn, And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow, Which thy frozen bosom bears, On whose tops the pinks that grow Are of those that April wears. But first set my poor heart free, Bound in those icy chains by thee.
Pagina 259 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest ; Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Pagina 224 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Pagina 26 - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
Pagina 38 - Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life : — If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep : a breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences, That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.