The Works of William Shakespeare: As you like it ; Taming of the shrew ; All's well that ends well ; Twelfth night ; Winter's taleWhittaker & Company, 1842 |
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Pagina 35
... death . Touch . Holla , you clown ! Ros . Cor . Who calls ? Peace , fool : he's not thy kinsman . Touch . Your betters , sir . Cor . Else are they very wretched . Ros . Good even to you , friend1 . Peace , I say.- Cor . And to you ...
... death . Touch . Holla , you clown ! Ros . Cor . Who calls ? Peace , fool : he's not thy kinsman . Touch . Your betters , sir . Cor . Else are they very wretched . Ros . Good even to you , friend1 . Peace , I say.- Cor . And to you ...
Pagina 38
... death than thy powers . For my sake be comfortable ; hold death awhile at the arm's 7 Ducdame , ] Sir Thomas Hanmer altered " Ducdame " to Duc ad me , which is probably right ; but duc ad me being harsh , when sung to the same notes as ...
... death than thy powers . For my sake be comfortable ; hold death awhile at the arm's 7 Ducdame , ] Sir Thomas Hanmer altered " Ducdame " to Duc ad me , which is probably right ; but duc ad me being harsh , when sung to the same notes as ...
Pagina 66
... death makes hard , Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck , But first begs pardon : will you sterner be Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops1 ? Enter ROSALIND , CELIA , and CORIN , behind . Phe . I would not be thy executioner ...
... death makes hard , Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck , But first begs pardon : will you sterner be Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops1 ? Enter ROSALIND , CELIA , and CORIN , behind . Phe . I would not be thy executioner ...
Pagina 76
... death ! - Two o'clock is your hour ? Orl . Ay , sweet Rosalind . Ros . By my troth , and in good earnest , and so God 3 " Wit , whither wilt ? " ] A proverbial exclamation , found in many authors of the time . In Act i . sc . 2 , of ...
... death ! - Two o'clock is your hour ? Orl . Ay , sweet Rosalind . Ros . By my troth , and in good earnest , and so God 3 " Wit , whither wilt ? " ] A proverbial exclamation , found in many authors of the time . In Act i . sc . 2 , of ...
Pagina 86
... death , thy liberty into bondage . I will deal in poison with thee , or in bastinado , or in steel : I will bandy with thee in faction ; I will o'er- run thee with policy ' ; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways : therefore tremble ...
... death , thy liberty into bondage . I will deal in poison with thee , or in bastinado , or in steel : I will bandy with thee in faction ; I will o'er- run thee with policy ' ; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways : therefore tremble ...
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Antigonus Baptista Bertram better Bianca Bion Biondello brother Camillo Clown Count daughter doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fool Forest of Arden Gent gentleman George Buc give Gremio Grumio hath hear heart heaven honour Hortensio Illyria Kate Kath KATHARINA king knave lady Leon Leontes look lord Love's Labour's Lost Lucentio madam maid Malone Malvolio marry master means mistress modern editors never night old copies Olivia Orlando Padua Pandosto Parolles Petruchio Phebe play Polixenes pr'ythee pray printed Rosalind Rousillon SCENE second folio servant Shakespeare Shep Shrew Sicilia signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby speak Steevens swear sweet tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Tranio Viola wife Winter's Tale word
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Pagina 27 - The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Pagina 323 - IF music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it ; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ; — it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Pagina 44 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Pagina 486 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...
Pagina 45 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot ; Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember
Pagina 360 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me 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 ! Duke.
Pagina 199 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband : And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, And, not obedient to his honest will, What is she, but a foul contending rebel, And graceless traitor to her loving lord ? — I am asham'd, that women are so simple To offer war, where they should kneel for peace ; Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.