The Works of William Shakespeare, Հատոր 1Macmillan, 1864 - 1079 էջ |
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... fear me , he will scarce be pleased withal . Jul . That is the least , Lucetta , of my fear : A thousand oaths , an ocean of his tears And instances of infinite of love Warrant me welcome to my Proteus . 70 Luc . All these are servants ...
... fear me , he will scarce be pleased withal . Jul . That is the least , Lucetta , of my fear : A thousand oaths , an ocean of his tears And instances of infinite of love Warrant me welcome to my Proteus . 70 Luc . All these are servants ...
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... fear I am attended by some spies . Egl . Fear not : the forest is not three leagues off ; If we recover that , we are sure enough . [ Exeunt SCENE II . The same . The DUKE's palace . 38 [ ACT V. THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA .
... fear I am attended by some spies . Egl . Fear not : the forest is not three leagues off ; If we recover that , we are sure enough . [ Exeunt SCENE II . The same . The DUKE's palace . 38 [ ACT V. THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA .
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... fear of Got in a riot : the council , look you , shall desire to hear the fear of Got , and not to hear a riot ; take your vizaments in that . Shal . Ha ! o ' my life , if I were young again , the sword should end it . 41 Evans . It is ...
... fear of Got in a riot : the council , look you , shall desire to hear the fear of Got , and not to hear a riot ; take your vizaments in that . Shal . Ha ! o ' my life , if I were young again , the sword should end it . 41 Evans . It is ...
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... fear you love Mistress Page . Fal . Thou mighist as well say I love to walk by the Counter - gate , which is as hateful to me as the reek of a lime - kiln . Mrs Ford . Well , heaven knows how I love you ; and you shall one day find it ...
... fear you love Mistress Page . Fal . Thou mighist as well say I love to walk by the Counter - gate , which is as hateful to me as the reek of a lime - kiln . Mrs Ford . Well , heaven knows how I love you ; and you shall one day find it ...
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... fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm . Thy best of rest is sleep , And that thou oft provokest ; yet grossly fear'st Thy death , which is no more . Thou art not thyself ; 20 For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains That issue ...
... fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm . Thy best of rest is sleep , And that thou oft provokest ; yet grossly fear'st Thy death , which is no more . Thou art not thyself ; 20 For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains That issue ...
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Էջ 192 - I am a Jew : 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 ? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Էջ 355 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Էջ 202 - 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 370 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Էջ 184 - For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to then ; you come to me, and you say, ' Shylock, we would have moneys...
Էջ 210 - 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 456 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is...
Էջ 214 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, 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...