The Works of Shakespeare, Հատոր 2Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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... enter Servingman . How now ! who is it ? Serv . An't please your honour , players That offer service to your lordship . Lord . Bid them come near . Enter Players . Now , fellows , you are welcome . Players . We thank your honour . 64 ...
... enter Servingman . How now ! who is it ? Serv . An't please your honour , players That offer service to your lordship . Lord . Bid them come near . Enter Players . Now , fellows , you are welcome . Players . We thank your honour . 64 ...
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... Enter aloft SLY , with Attendants ; some with apparel , others with basin and ewer and other appurtenances ; and Lord . Sly . For God's sake , a pot of small ale . First Serv . Will ' t please your lordship drink a cup of sack ? Sec ...
... Enter aloft SLY , with Attendants ; some with apparel , others with basin and ewer and other appurtenances ; and Lord . Sly . For God's sake , a pot of small ale . First Serv . Will ' t please your lordship drink a cup of sack ? Sec ...
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... Enter the Page as a lady , with Attendants . Page . How fares my noble lord ? Sly . Marry , I fare well ; for here is cheer enough . Where is my wife ? Page . Here , noble lord : what is thy will with her ? Sly . Are you my wife and ...
... Enter the Page as a lady , with Attendants . Page . How fares my noble lord ? Sly . Marry , I fare well ; for here is cheer enough . Where is my wife ? Page . Here , noble lord : what is thy will with her ? Sly . Are you my wife and ...
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... Enter a Messenger . Mess . Your honour's players , hearing your amendment , Are come to play a pleasant comedy ; For so your doctors hold it very meet , Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your blood , And melancholy is the nurse of ...
... Enter a Messenger . Mess . Your honour's players , hearing your amendment , Are come to play a pleasant comedy ; For so your doctors hold it very meet , Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your blood , And melancholy is the nurse of ...
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... Enter LUCENTIO and his man TRANIO . Luc . Tranio , since for the great desire I had To see fair Padua , nursery of arts , I am arrived for fruitful Lombardy , The pleasant garden of great Italy ; And by my father's love and leave am arm ...
... Enter LUCENTIO and his man TRANIO . Luc . Tranio , since for the great desire I had To see fair Padua , nursery of arts , I am arrived for fruitful Lombardy , The pleasant garden of great Italy ; And by my father's love and leave am arm ...
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Էջ 511 - And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Էջ 149 - Shylock, we would have moneys : ' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...
Էջ 223 - 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 219 - 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 179 - Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Էջ 493 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — 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.
Էջ 221 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Էջ 361 - 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.
Էջ 395 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Էջ 398 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.