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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... stands for my excuse . Sly . Ay , it stands so , that I may hardly tarry so long ; but I would be loath to fall into my dreams again : I will therefore tarry , in despite of the flesh and the blood . Enter a Servant . Serv . Your ...
... stands for my excuse . Sly . Ay , it stands so , that I may hardly tarry so long ; but I would be loath to fall into my dreams again : I will therefore tarry , in despite of the flesh and the blood . Enter a Servant . Serv . Your ...
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... stand aside . Bap . Gentlemen , importune me no farther , For how I firmly am resolv'd you know ; That is , not to bestow my youngest daughter , Before I have a husband for the elder . If either of you both love Katharina , Because I ...
... stand aside . Bap . Gentlemen , importune me no farther , For how I firmly am resolv'd you know ; That is , not to bestow my youngest daughter , Before I have a husband for the elder . If either of you both love Katharina , Because I ...
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... . Tra . Nay , then , ' t is time to stir him from his trance . I pray , awake , Sir : if you love the maid , Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her Thus it stands : Her elder sister is so curst and shrewd , That 14 14 TAMING OF THE SHREW .
... . Tra . Nay , then , ' t is time to stir him from his trance . I pray , awake , Sir : if you love the maid , Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her Thus it stands : Her elder sister is so curst and shrewd , That 14 14 TAMING OF THE SHREW .
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... stands with me : Antonio , my father , is deceas'd , And I have thrust myself into this maze , Haply to wive , and thrive , as best I may . Crowns in my purse I have , and goods at home , And so am come abroad to see the world . Hor ...
... stands with me : Antonio , my father , is deceas'd , And I have thrust myself into this maze , Haply to wive , and thrive , as best I may . Crowns in my purse I have , and goods at home , And so am come abroad to see the world . Hor ...
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... stand him but a little , he will throw a figure in her face , and so disfigure her with it , that she shall have no more eyes to see withal than a cat . You know him not , Sir . Hor . Tarry , Petruchio , I must go with thee , For in ...
... stand him but a little , he will throw a figure in her face , and so disfigure her with it , that she shall have no more eyes to see withal than a cat . You know him not , Sir . Hor . Tarry , Petruchio , I must go with thee , For in ...
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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...