The Reader's Shakespeare: His Dramatic Work Condensed, Connected, and Emphasized for School, College, Parlour, and Platform ..., Հատոր 3Funk and Wagnalls Company, 1897 |
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... answer not . The tide is ' now : nay , not ' thy tide of ' tears ; ' That tide will stay me longer than I should . Julia , farewell . Julia , unable to speak , rushes out in tears . What gone without a word ? Ay , so true love ' should ...
... answer not . The tide is ' now : nay , not ' thy tide of ' tears ; ' That tide will stay me longer than I should . Julia , farewell . Julia , unable to speak , rushes out in tears . What gone without a word ? Ay , so true love ' should ...
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... answer me , In ' what safe place have you bestowed " my money ? Or I shall ' break that merry sconce of yours , That stands on tricks when I am undisposed.- Where are the thousand marks thou hadst of me ? Dro . E. ... I have ' some ...
... answer me , In ' what safe place have you bestowed " my money ? Or I shall ' break that merry sconce of yours , That stands on tricks when I am undisposed.- Where are the thousand marks thou hadst of me ? Dro . E. ... I have ' some ...
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... answer me ? Dro . S. ' What answer , sir ? When spake I such a word ? Ant . S. Even now , even here ; not half - an - hour since . Dro . S. I did not see you since you sent me hence , ... Home , to the " Centaur , " with the gold you ...
... answer me ? Dro . S. ' What answer , sir ? When spake I such a word ? Ant . S. Even now , even here ; not half - an - hour since . Dro . S. I did not see you since you sent me hence , ... Home , to the " Centaur , " with the gold you ...
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... ensue , - They'll suck our breath , or pinch us black and blue . a O. R. returne . b I will take fast hold of thine arm . e O. R. the free'd fallacie Luc . Why prat'st thou to thyself , and answer'st 56 [ Act 2 . THE READER'S SHAKESPEARE .
... ensue , - They'll suck our breath , or pinch us black and blue . a O. R. returne . b I will take fast hold of thine arm . e O. R. the free'd fallacie Luc . Why prat'st thou to thyself , and answer'st 56 [ Act 2 . THE READER'S SHAKESPEARE .
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William Shakespeare. Luc . Why prat'st thou to thyself , and answer'st not ? Dromio , thou drone , " thou snail , thou slug , thou sot ! Dro . S. I am transformed , my master , am I not ? Ant . S. I think thou ' art , in mind , -and so ...
William Shakespeare. Luc . Why prat'st thou to thyself , and answer'st not ? Dromio , thou drone , " thou snail , thou slug , thou sot ! Dro . S. I am transformed , my master , am I not ? Ant . S. I think thou ' art , in mind , -and so ...
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Angelo Antipholus Autolycus Beat Benedick Biron Boyet brother Caius Claud Claudio Comedy Costard Countess daughter death Dogb doth Dromio ducats Duke enters Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair Fairies Falstaff father fool Ford Friar gentle gentleman give grace hath hear heart Heaven Hermia honour husband Illyria inserted word Isab Kath King lady Launce Leon Leonato letter look lord lover Lucio Lysander madam Malvolio married Master Master Constable merry Mistress never night Oberon Pedro Petrucio play poor pray Prince Proteus Puck Queen ring Rosalind Rosaline servant Shakespeare shalt Shylock Sicily Signior Silvia Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby speak Speed swear sweet Syracuse tell thank thee Theseus thou art thou hast Thurio Titania Valentine wife woman young youth
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Էջ 267 - Therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Էջ 263 - Nay, take my life and all ; pardon not that : You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house ; you take my life When you do take the means whereby I live.
Էջ 506 - 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' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, and own No other function : Each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
Էջ 259 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, — That in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation ; we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Էջ 374 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, 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 everything.
Էջ 266 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Էջ 207 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath. That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Էջ 25 - The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage ; But, when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with the enamel'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ; And so by many winding nooks he strays, With willing sport, to the wild ocean...
Էջ 373 - 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 401 - 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.