The Works of Shakespeare, Հատոր 2Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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... eye . See this dispatch'd with all the haste thou canst : Anon I'll give thee more instructions . [ Exit a Servingman . I know the boy will well usurp the grace , Voice , gait and action of a gentlewoman : I long to hear him call the ...
... eye . See this dispatch'd with all the haste thou canst : Anon I'll give thee more instructions . [ Exit a Servingman . I know the boy will well usurp the grace , Voice , gait and action of a gentlewoman : I long to hear him call the ...
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... eye , an she knew why . Bian . Sister , content you in my discontent . 58. stale , laughing stock . Mates , companions , fellows , probably with a play on stale- mate . 60 70 80 62. I wis , iwis , indeed . ib . her , i.e. Katharina's ...
... eye , an she knew why . Bian . Sister , content you in my discontent . 58. stale , laughing stock . Mates , companions , fellows , probably with a play on stale- mate . 60 70 80 62. I wis , iwis , indeed . ib . her , i.e. Katharina's ...
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... sight hath thrall'd my wounded eye . Here comes the rogue . 203. Basta , enough . 208. port , outward state . 216. sith , since . 200 210 220 Enter BIONDELLO . Sirrah , where have you been ? 32 The Taming of the Shrew ACT I.
... sight hath thrall'd my wounded eye . Here comes the rogue . 203. Basta , enough . 208. port , outward state . 216. sith , since . 200 210 220 Enter BIONDELLO . Sirrah , where have you been ? 32 The Taming of the Shrew ACT I.
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... eyes to see withal than a cat . You know him not , sir . Hor . Tarry , Petruchio , I must go with thee , For in Baptista's keep my treasure is : He hath the jewel of my life in hold , His youngest daughter , beautiful Bianca , And her ...
... eyes to see withal than a cat . You know him not , sir . Hor . Tarry , Petruchio , I must go with thee , For in Baptista's keep my treasure is : He hath the jewel of my life in hold , His youngest daughter , beautiful Bianca , And her ...
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... eye the witness Of that report which I so oft have heard . And , for an entrance to my entertainment , I do present you with a man of mine , [ Presenting Hortensio Cunning in music and the mathematics , To instruct her fully in those ...
... eye the witness Of that report which I so oft have heard . And , for an entrance to my entertainment , I do present you with a man of mine , [ Presenting Hortensio Cunning in music and the mathematics , To instruct her fully in those ...
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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.