The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: The merry wives of Windsor. Twelfth night. Measure for measure. Much ado about nothingT. Bensley, 1800 |
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Pagina 31
... leaving the fear of heaven on the left hand , and hiding mine honour in my neceflity , am fain to fhuffle , to hedge , and to lurch ; and yet you , rogue , will enfconce your rags , your cat - a - mountain looks , your red - lattice ...
... leaving the fear of heaven on the left hand , and hiding mine honour in my neceflity , am fain to fhuffle , to hedge , and to lurch ; and yet you , rogue , will enfconce your rags , your cat - a - mountain looks , your red - lattice ...
Pagina 35
... leave , drawer . [ Exit BARDOLPH . Ford . Sir , I am a gentleman that have spent much ; my name is Brook . Fal . Good master Brook , I defire more acquaintance of you . Ford . Good fir John , I fue for yours : not to charge you ; for I ...
... leave , drawer . [ Exit BARDOLPH . Ford . Sir , I am a gentleman that have spent much ; my name is Brook . Fal . Good master Brook , I defire more acquaintance of you . Ford . Good fir John , I fue for yours : not to charge you ; for I ...
Pagina 47
... leave , fir ; -I am fick till I fee her . [ Exeunt Mrs. PAGE and ROBIN . Ford . Has Page any brains ? hath he any eyes ? hath he any thinking ? Sure they fleep ; he hath no ufe of them . Why , this boy will carry a letter twenty miles ...
... leave , fir ; -I am fick till I fee her . [ Exeunt Mrs. PAGE and ROBIN . Ford . Has Page any brains ? hath he any eyes ? hath he any thinking ? Sure they fleep ; he hath no ufe of them . Why , this boy will carry a letter twenty miles ...
Pagina 58
... leave you . Shal . Marry , I thank you for it ; good comfort . She calls you , coz : Anne . Now , mafter Slender . Slen . Now , good miftrefs Anne . Anne . What is your will ? Slen . My will ? Od's heartlings , that's a pretty jeft in ...
... leave you . Shal . Marry , I thank you for it ; good comfort . She calls you , coz : Anne . Now , mafter Slender . Slen . Now , good miftrefs Anne . Anne . What is your will ? Slen . My will ? Od's heartlings , that's a pretty jeft in ...
Pagina 61
... leave ; I cry you mercy : Give your worship good - morrow . Fal . Take away these chalices : Go brew me a pottle of fack finely . Bard . With eggs , fir ? Fal . Simple of itself ; I'll no pullet - fperm in my brew- age . [ Exit BARD ...
... leave ; I cry you mercy : Give your worship good - morrow . Fal . Take away these chalices : Go brew me a pottle of fack finely . Bard . With eggs , fir ? Fal . Simple of itself ; I'll no pullet - fperm in my brew- age . [ Exit BARD ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Afide againſt Anne anſwer bawd Beat Beatrice Benedick better Bora brother Caius Claud Claudio coufin defire doft Dogb doth Duke Efcal Enter Exeunt Exit faid FALSTAFF feems fent fhall fignior fir John firſt fome fool Ford foul fpeak friar fuch fure gentleman give hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter Hero himſelf Hoft honeſt honour houfe houſe huſband Ifab Illyria itſelf knave lady Leon Leonato Lucio mafter mafter Brook maid Malvolio marry miftrefs miſtreſs miſtreſs Ford moft moſt muſt myſelf night Pedro Pift pleaſe Pompey pray preſent prince priſon Prov Provoft purpoſe Quick Re-enter reaſon ſay SCENE ſee Shal ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK SIR TOBY SIR TOBY BELCH Slen ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtrange tell thee there's theſe thou art thouſand to-morrow uſe wife Windfor woman yourſelf
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Pagina 56 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out, That what we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value; then we find The virtue, that possession would not show us, Whiles it was ours...
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.
Pagina 25 - Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy : How would you be, If He, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are ? O, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Pagina 1 - 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 sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.