The Works of Shakespeare, Հատոր 2Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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... hear nothing ; and only internal evidence is available for determining its date . This is here the more pre- carious , since the play , as a whole , cannot pass for Shakespeare's . Most critics now agree that Shake- speare's ...
... hear nothing ; and only internal evidence is available for determining its date . This is here the more pre- carious , since the play , as a whole , cannot pass for Shakespeare's . Most critics now agree that Shake- speare's ...
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... hear you play to - night : But I am doubtful of your modesties ; Lest over - eyeing of his odd behaviour , - For yet his honour never heard a play— You break into some merry passion And so offend him ; for I tell you , sirs , If you ...
... hear you play to - night : But I am doubtful of your modesties ; Lest over - eyeing of his odd behaviour , - For yet his honour never heard a play— You break into some merry passion And so offend him ; for I tell you , sirs , If you ...
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... hear him call the drunkard husband , And how my men will stay themselves from laughter When they do homage to this simple peasant . I'll in to counsel them ; haply my presence ΙΙΟ 120 130 112. accomplished , performed . 119. with ...
... hear him call the drunkard husband , And how my men will stay themselves from laughter When they do homage to this simple peasant . I'll in to counsel them ; haply my presence ΙΙΟ 120 130 112. accomplished , performed . 119. with ...
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... hear , I speak ; I smell sweet savours and I feel soft things : Upon my life , I am a lord indeed 50. breathed , in full career . 65. waning , decaying ; an 50 60 70 age in which beauty is declining . 69. yet , even now . And not a ...
... hear , I speak ; I smell sweet savours and I feel soft things : Upon my life , I am a lord indeed 50. breathed , in full career . 65. waning , decaying ; an 50 60 70 age in which beauty is declining . 69. yet , even now . And not a ...
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... hear a play And frame your mind to mirth and merriment , Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life . Sly . Marry , I will , let them play it . Is not a comonty a Christmas gambold or a tumbling- 140 trick ? Page . No , my good lord ...
... hear a play And frame your mind to mirth and merriment , Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life . Sly . Marry , I will , let them play it . Is not a comonty a Christmas gambold or a tumbling- 140 trick ? Page . No , my good lord ...
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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.