The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare, Volumul 1George Dearborn, 1836 |
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Pagina 57
... madam ; so you stumble not unheed . fully . Jul . Of all the fair resort of gentlemen , That every day with parle encounter me , In thy opinion , which is worthiest love ? Luc . Please you , repeat their names , I'll show my mind ...
... madam ; so you stumble not unheed . fully . Jul . Of all the fair resort of gentlemen , That every day with parle encounter me , In thy opinion , which is worthiest love ? Luc . Please you , repeat their names , I'll show my mind ...
Pagina 58
... Madam , it will not lie where it concerns , Unless it have a false interpreter . Jul . Some love of your's hath writ to you in rhyme . Luc . That I might sing it , madam , to a tune : Give me a note : your ladyship can set . Jul . As ...
... Madam , it will not lie where it concerns , Unless it have a false interpreter . Jul . Some love of your's hath writ to you in rhyme . Luc . That I might sing it , madam , to a tune : Give me a note : your ladyship can set . Jul . As ...
Pagina 59
... Madam Silvia ! madam Silvia ! Val . How now , sirrah ? Speed . She is not within hearing , sir . Val . Why , sir , who bade you call her ? Speed . Your worship , sir ; or else I mistook . Val . Well , you'll still be too forward . Speed ...
... Madam Silvia ! madam Silvia ! Val . How now , sirrah ? Speed . She is not within hearing , sir . Val . Why , sir , who bade you call her ? Speed . Your worship , sir ; or else I mistook . Val . Well , you'll still be too forward . Speed ...
Pagina 60
... madam , it came hardly off ; For , being ignorant to whom it goes , I writ at random , very doubtfully . Sil . Perchance you think too much of so much Val . No , madam , so it stead you , I will write , Please you command , a thousand ...
... madam , it came hardly off ; For , being ignorant to whom it goes , I writ at random , very doubtfully . Sil . Perchance you think too much of so much Val . No , madam , so it stead you , I will write , Please you command , a thousand ...
Pagina 61
... madam , I seem so . Thu. Seem you that you are not ? Val . Haply I do . Thu. So do counterfeits . Val . So do you . Thu. What seem I , that I am not 7 Val . Wise . Thu. What instance of the contrary ? Val . Your folly . Thu. And how ...
... madam , I seem so . Thu. Seem you that you are not ? Val . Haply I do . Thu. So do counterfeits . Val . So do you . Thu. What seem I , that I am not 7 Val . Wise . Thu. What instance of the contrary ? Val . Your folly . Thu. And how ...
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Pagina 368 - Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison. Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.
Pagina 33 - Shakspeare, must enjoy a part : For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion ; and that he, Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the muses...
Pagina 33 - Rome Sent forth, or since did from their ashes come. Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time!
Pagina 264 - Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, "Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope, only doth backward pull Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull.
Pagina 327 - What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Pagina 54 - 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 : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, • And they shall be themselves.
Pagina 32 - Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give. That I not mix thee so, my brain excuses, I mean with great, but disproportioned Muses; For if I thought my judgment were of years, I should commit thee surely with thy peers, And tell how far thou didst our Lyly outshine, Or sporting Kyd, or Marlowe's mighty line.
Pagina 174 - Making it momentany as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Pagina 362 - Like the poor cat i' the adage ? Macb. . Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck ; and know How tender...
Pagina 365 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.