The Plays of William Shakespeare, Volumul 1Charles Willliams, 1813 - 913 pagini |
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Pagina 39
... comes here ? [ Steps aside . Thu. Yonder is Silvia ; and Silvia's mine . Val. The . What says she to my birth ? Pro . That you are well deriv'd . Jl . True ; from a gentleman to a fool . Ths . Considers she my possessions ? Pro . O , ay ...
... comes here ? [ Steps aside . Thu. Yonder is Silvia ; and Silvia's mine . Val. The . What says she to my birth ? Pro . That you are well deriv'd . Jl . True ; from a gentleman to a fool . Ths . Considers she my possessions ? Pro . O , ay ...
Pagina 46
... comes ; aud my good man too : he's as far from jealousy , as I am from giving him cause ; and that , I hope , is an unmeasur able distance . Mrs. Ford . You are the happier woman . Mrs. Page . Let's consult together against this greasy ...
... comes ; aud my good man too : he's as far from jealousy , as I am from giving him cause ; and that , I hope , is an unmeasur able distance . Mrs. Ford . You are the happier woman . Mrs. Page . Let's consult together against this greasy ...
Pagina 55
... comes . Enter Ford . Ford . Bless you , sir ! Fal . Now , master Brook ? you come to know what hath passed between me and Ford's wife ? Ford . That , indeed , sir John , is my business . Fal . Master Brook , I will not lie to you ; I ...
... comes . Enter Ford . Ford . Bless you , sir ! Fal . Now , master Brook ? you come to know what hath passed between me and Ford's wife ? Ford . That , indeed , sir John , is my business . Fal . Master Brook , I will not lie to you ; I ...
Pagina 58
... comes so secretly ? I hear not of him in the court : Let me speak with the gentlemen ; they speak English ? Bard . Ay , sir ; I'll call them to you . Host . They shall have my horses ; but I'll make them pay , I'll sauce them : They ...
... comes so secretly ? I hear not of him in the court : Let me speak with the gentlemen ; they speak English ? Bard . Ay , sir ; I'll call them to you . Host . They shall have my horses ; but I'll make them pay , I'll sauce them : They ...
Pagina 61
... comes here ? my doe ? Enter Mrs. Ford and Mrs. Page . Mrs. Ford . Sir John ? art thou there , my deer ? my male deer ... comes one way , and steals away a Fairy in green ; Slender another way , and takes off a Fairy in white ; and Fenton ...
... comes here ? my doe ? Enter Mrs. Ford and Mrs. Page . Mrs. Ford . Sir John ? art thou there , my deer ? my male deer ... comes one way , and steals away a Fairy in green ; Slender another way , and takes off a Fairy in white ; and Fenton ...
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Pagina 224 - 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 321 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Pagina 448 - Let him depart ; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company, That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is...
Pagina 407 - When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model ; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection ; Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then but draw anew the model In fewer offices, or at last desist To build at all...
Pagina 316 - Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Pagina 414 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Pagina 448 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Pagina 448 - We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Pagina 78 - ... accommodations that thou bear'st, Are nurs'd by baseness ; Thou art by no means valiant ; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm ; Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st ; yet grossly fear'st Thy death which is no more.
Pagina 314 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse...