The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volumul 5 |
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Pagina 7
Was wrought by nature , not by vile offence , I'll utter what my sorrow gives me leave . In Syracusa was I born ; and wed Unto a woman , happy but for me , And by me too , had not our hap been bad . With her I liv'd in joy ; our wealth ...
Was wrought by nature , not by vile offence , I'll utter what my sorrow gives me leave . In Syracusa was I born ; and wed Unto a woman , happy but for me , And by me too , had not our hap been bad . With her I liv'd in joy ; our wealth ...
Pagina 10
Five summers have I spent in furthest Greece , Roaming clean through the bounds of Asia , And , coasting homeward , came to Ephesus ; Hopeless to find , yet loath to leave unsought , Or that , or any place that harbours men .
Five summers have I spent in furthest Greece , Roaming clean through the bounds of Asia , And , coasting homeward , came to Ephesus ; Hopeless to find , yet loath to leave unsought , Or that , or any place that harbours men .
Pagina 20
S. Sconce , call you it ? so you would leave battering , I had rather have it a head : an you use these blows long , I must get a sconce for my head , and insconce it too ; or else I shall seek my wit in my shoulders .
S. Sconce , call you it ? so you would leave battering , I had rather have it a head : an you use these blows long , I must get a sconce for my head , and insconce it too ; or else I shall seek my wit in my shoulders .
Pagina 42
My business cannot brook this dalliance : Good sir , say , whe'r you'll answer me , or no ; If not , I'll leave him to the officer . Ant . E. I answer you ! What should I answer you ? Ang . The money , that you owe me for the chain .
My business cannot brook this dalliance : Good sir , say , whe'r you'll answer me , or no ; If not , I'll leave him to the officer . Ant . E. I answer you ! What should I answer you ? Ang . The money , that you owe me for the chain .
Pagina 49
Dro . S. Marry , he must have a long spoon , that must eat with the devil . Ant . S. Avoid then , fiend ! what tellst thou me of supping ? Thou art , as you are all , a sorceress : I conjure thee to leave me , and be gone . Cour .
Dro . S. Marry , he must have a long spoon , that must eat with the devil . Ant . S. Avoid then , fiend ! what tellst thou me of supping ? Thou art , as you are all , a sorceress : I conjure thee to leave me , and be gone . Cour .
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Pagina 262 - 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, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Pagina 260 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Pagina 209 - Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book ; he hath not eat paper, as it were ; he hath not drunk ink : his intellect is not replenished ; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts...
Pagina 261 - 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 160 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband...