The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, Svazek 2Tauchnitz, 1843 |
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... gently to my fairest chamber , And hang it round with all my wanton pictures ; Balm his foul head with warm distilled ... gentle Sirs : It will be pastime passing excellent , If it be husbanded with modesty . 1 Hun . My lord , I warrant ...
... gently to my fairest chamber , And hang it round with all my wanton pictures ; Balm his foul head with warm distilled ... gentle Sirs : It will be pastime passing excellent , If it be husbanded with modesty . 1 Hun . My lord , I warrant ...
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... Tra . Mi perdonate , gentle master mine , I am in all affected as yourself , Glad that you thus continue your resolve , To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy : Only , good master , while we do admire This 10 10 TAMING OF THE SHREW .
... Tra . Mi perdonate , gentle master mine , I am in all affected as yourself , Glad that you thus continue your resolve , To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy : Only , good master , while we do admire This 10 10 TAMING OF THE SHREW .
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... gentle Sir , [ To TRANIO , ] methinks , you walk like a stranger : may I be so bold to know the cause of your coming ? Tra . Pardon me , Sir , the boldness is mine own , That , being a stranger in this city here , Do make myself a ...
... gentle Sir , [ To TRANIO , ] methinks , you walk like a stranger : may I be so bold to know the cause of your coming ? Tra . Pardon me , Sir , the boldness is mine own , That , being a stranger in this city here , Do make myself a ...
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... gentle . ' T was told me , you were rough , and coy , and sullen , And now I find report a very liar ; For thou art pleasant , gamesome , passing courteous , But slow in speech , yet sweet as spring - time flowers . Thou canst not frown ...
... gentle . ' T was told me , you were rough , and coy , and sullen , And now I find report a very liar ; For thou art pleasant , gamesome , passing courteous , But slow in speech , yet sweet as spring - time flowers . Thou canst not frown ...
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... gentle love , And have forsworn you , with Hortensio . Bian . Tranio , you jest . Tra . Mistress , we have . Luc . But have you both forsworn me ? Then we are rid of Licio . Tra . I ' faith , he ' ll have a lusty widow now , That shall ...
... gentle love , And have forsworn you , with Hortensio . Bian . Tranio , you jest . Tra . Mistress , we have . Luc . But have you both forsworn me ? Then we are rid of Licio . Tra . I ' faith , he ' ll have a lusty widow now , That shall ...
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Strana 476 - Richard : no man cried , God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home; But dust was thrown upon his sacred head , Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God , for some strong purpose , steel'd The hearts of men , they must perforce have melted , And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Strana 288 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Strana 190 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but indeed Our shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio.
Strana 137 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not, and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Strana 457 - My figur'd goblets for a dish of wood, My sceptre for a palmer's walking-staff, My subjects for a pair of carved saints, And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave : Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects...
Strana 289 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold...