The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Svazek 4R. Crowder, 1772 |
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Strana 194
... Cath . I pray you , Sir , is it your will To make a tale of me amongst these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid , how mean you that ? no mates Unless you were of gentler , milde : mould . [ for you , Cath . I'faith , Sir , you fhall never need ...
... Cath . I pray you , Sir , is it your will To make a tale of me amongst these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid , how mean you that ? no mates Unless you were of gentler , milde : mould . [ for you , Cath . I'faith , Sir , you fhall never need ...
Strana 195
... Cath . A pretty peat it is ! beft put finger in the eye , an fhe knew why . Bian . Sifter , content you in my difcontent . Sir , to your pleasure humbly I fubscribe : My books and inftruments fhall be my company , On them to look , and ...
... Cath . A pretty peat it is ! beft put finger in the eye , an fhe knew why . Bian . Sifter , content you in my difcontent . Sir , to your pleasure humbly I fubscribe : My books and inftruments fhall be my company , On them to look , and ...
Strana 210
... Cath . Of all thy fuitors here , charge thee , telk Whom thou loveft beft : fee thou diffemble not .. Bian . Believe me , filter , of all men alive i I never yet beheld that fpecial face . 1 . Which I could fancy more than any other , Cath ...
... Cath . Of all thy fuitors here , charge thee , telk Whom thou loveft beft : fee thou diffemble not .. Bian . Believe me , filter , of all men alive i I never yet beheld that fpecial face . 1 . Which I could fancy more than any other , Cath ...
Strana 211
... Cath . Her filence flouts me ; and I'll be revenged Flies after Bianca . Bap . What , in my fight ? Bianca , get thee in . A [ Exit Bian . Cath . Will you not fuffer me ? nay , now I fee She is your treasure , the must have a husband ...
... Cath . Her filence flouts me ; and I'll be revenged Flies after Bianca . Bap . What , in my fight ? Bianca , get thee in . A [ Exit Bian . Cath . Will you not fuffer me ? nay , now I fee She is your treasure , the must have a husband ...
Strana 216
... Cath . Well have you heard , but fomething hard of hearing . They call me Catharine , that do talk of me . Pet . You lie , in faith , for you are called plain Kate ; And bonny Kate , and fometimes Kate the curft : But Kate , the ...
... Cath . Well have you heard , but fomething hard of hearing . They call me Catharine , that do talk of me . Pet . You lie , in faith , for you are called plain Kate ; And bonny Kate , and fometimes Kate the curft : But Kate , the ...
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Strana 118 - No, sir,' quoth he, 'Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune:' And then he drew a dial from his poke, And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see...
Strana 118 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Strana 122 - 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...
Strana 271 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee And for thy maintenance : commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land...
Strana 151 - Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night ; for good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and being taken with the cramp, was drowned, and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was — Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies ; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Strana 151 - No, faith, die by attorney. The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause.
Strana 111 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Strana 135 - Time travels in divers paces with divers persons: I'll tell you who time ambles withal, who time trots withal, who time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal.
Strana 106 - 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.
Strana 107 - Tis right, quoth he ; this misery doth part The flux of company. Anon, a careless herd, Full of the pasture, jumps along by him, And never stays to greet him; Ay, quoth Jaques, Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens ; 'TVs just the fashion.