The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: With Historical and Analytical Prefaces, Comments, Critical and Explanatory Notes, Glossaries, and a Life of Shakespeare, Հատոր 2J. A. Hill, 1901 |
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... Bora . Marry , it is your brother's right hand . D. John . Who ? the most exquisite Claudio ? Bora . Even he . D. John . A proper squire ! And who , and who ? which way looks he ? Bora . Marry , on Hero , the daughter and heir of ...
... Bora . Marry , it is your brother's right hand . D. John . Who ? the most exquisite Claudio ? Bora . Even he . D. John . A proper squire ! And who , and who ? which way looks he ? Bora . Marry , on Hero , the daughter and heir of ...
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... Bora . We'll wait upon your lordship . ACT SECOND . Scene I. A hall in Leonato's house . 70 [ Exeunt . Enter Leonato , Antonio , Hero , Beatrice , and others . Leon . Was not Count John here at supper ? Ant . I saw him not . Beat . How ...
... Bora . We'll wait upon your lordship . ACT SECOND . Scene I. A hall in Leonato's house . 70 [ Exeunt . Enter Leonato , Antonio , Hero , Beatrice , and others . Leon . Was not Count John here at supper ? Ant . I saw him not . Beat . How ...
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... Bora . And that is Claudio : I know him by his bear- ing . D. John . Are not you Signior Benedick ? Claud . You know me well ; I am he . D. John . Signior , you are very near my brother in his love ; he is enamoured on Hero ; I pray you ...
... Bora . And that is Claudio : I know him by his bear- ing . D. John . Are not you Signior Benedick ? Claud . You know me well ; I am he . D. John . Signior , you are very near my brother in his love ; he is enamoured on Hero ; I pray you ...
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... Bora . So did I too ; and he swore he would marry 170 her to - night . D. John . Come , let us to the banquet . [ Exeunt Don John and Borachio . Claud . Thus answer I in name of Benedick , But hear these ill news with the ears of ...
... Bora . So did I too ; and he swore he would marry 170 her to - night . D. John . Come , let us to the banquet . [ Exeunt Don John and Borachio . Claud . Thus answer I in name of Benedick , But hear these ill news with the ears of ...
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... Bora . Not honestly , my lord ; but so covertly that no dishonesty shall appear in me . D. John . Show me briefly how . Bora . I think I told your lordship , a year since , how much I am in the favour of Margaret , the wait- ing ...
... Bora . Not honestly , my lord ; but so covertly that no dishonesty shall appear in me . D. John . Show me briefly how . Bora . I think I told your lordship , a year since , how much I am in the favour of Margaret , the wait- ing ...
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Էջ 67 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow; then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth; and then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Էջ 67 - With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Էջ 63 - How the world wags : 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Էջ 46 - Alas ! alas ! 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.
Էջ 79 - Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, bring again ; Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, seal'd in vain.
Էջ 67 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Էջ 54 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more ; Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into, Hey nonny, nonny.
Էջ 20 - That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor,...
Էջ 59 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.