The Complete Works of Shakspeare, Revised from the Best Authorities : with a Memoir, and Essay on His Genius, Հատոր 2Jewett, 1857 |
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... The masters of some merchant , and the merchant , Have just our theme of woe : but for the miracle , I mean our preservation , few in millions Can speak like us : then wisely , good sir , weigh Our sorrow with our comfort . Alon . Pr'y thee ...
... The masters of some merchant , and the merchant , Have just our theme of woe : but for the miracle , I mean our preservation , few in millions Can speak like us : then wisely , good sir , weigh Our sorrow with our comfort . Alon . Pr'y thee ...
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... thee ! I saw him beat the surges under him , And. Gon . Therefore , my lord , - Alon . I pr'y thee , spare . Gon . Well , I have done : But yet — Seb . He will be talking . Ant . Which of them , he , or Adrian , for a good wager , first ...
... thee ! I saw him beat the surges under him , And. Gon . Therefore , my lord , - Alon . I pr'y thee , spare . Gon . Well , I have done : But yet — Seb . He will be talking . Ant . Which of them , he , or Adrian , for a good wager , first ...
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... thee a stew- ard still , the fellow of servants , and not worthy to touch Fortune's fingers . Farewell . She that would alter ser- vices with thee ... pr'y thee . " Jove , I thank thee . - I will smile ; I will do every thing that thou wilt ...
... thee a stew- ard still , the fellow of servants , and not worthy to touch Fortune's fingers . Farewell . She that would alter ser- vices with thee ... pr'y thee . " Jove , I thank thee . - I will smile ; I will do every thing that thou wilt ...
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... the spheres . Vio . Dear lady , - Oli . Stay : I pr'y thee tell me what thou think'st of me . Vio . That you do think you are not what you are . Oli . If I think so , I think the same of you . Vio . Then think you right ; I am not what ...
... the spheres . Vio . Dear lady , - Oli . Stay : I pr'y thee tell me what thou think'st of me . Vio . That you do think you are not what you are . Oli . If I think so , I think the same of you . Vio . Then think you right ; I am not what ...
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... thee . Mal . To bed ? ay , sweetheart ; and I'll come to So , Oli . God comfort thee ! Why dost thou smile and kiss thy hand so oft ? Seb . I pr'y thee , foolish Greek , depart 142 ACT III . SCENE IV . TWELFTH NIGHT : OR , WHAT YOU WILL .
... thee . Mal . To bed ? ay , sweetheart ; and I'll come to So , Oli . God comfort thee ! Why dost thou smile and kiss thy hand so oft ? Seb . I pr'y thee , foolish Greek , depart 142 ACT III . SCENE IV . TWELFTH NIGHT : OR , WHAT YOU WILL .
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1st Lord Angelo Antonio art thou Beat Benedick better Biron Bohemia Boyet brother Caius Caliban Claud Claudio COSTARD daughter dost doth Dromio ducats Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear fool Ford Friar gentle gentleman give grace Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honor husband Illyria Isab Kath King knave lady Laun Leon Leonato look Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master Master Doctor mistress Moth never night Padua Pedro Petruchio play Pompey pr'y thee pray prince Proteus Puck Rosalind Scene servant Shakspeare shew Shylock Signior sing Sir Toby speak Speed swear sweet tell there's Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue Tranio troth true What's wife woman word
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Էջ 362 - 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 60 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.