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 17
... Unto a ragged , fearful , hanging rock , And throw it thence into the raging fea ! Lo , here in one line is his name twice writ : Poor forlorn Protheus , passionate Protheus To the fweet Julia : that I'll tear away ; And yet I will not ...
... Unto a ragged , fearful , hanging rock , And throw it thence into the raging fea ! Lo , here in one line is his name twice writ : Poor forlorn Protheus , passionate Protheus To the fweet Julia : that I'll tear away ; And yet I will not ...
Strana 24
... Unto the fecret , nameless friend of yours ; Which I was much unwilling to proceed in , But for my duty to your Ladyship . Sil . I thank you , gentle fervant ; ' tis very clerk . ly done . Val . Now truft me , Madam , it came hardly ...
... Unto the fecret , nameless friend of yours ; Which I was much unwilling to proceed in , But for my duty to your Ladyship . Sil . I thank you , gentle fervant ; ' tis very clerk . ly done . Val . Now truft me , Madam , it came hardly ...
Strana 26
... unto All this I fpeak in print , for in print I found it.— Why mufe you , Sir ? ' tis dinner time . Val . I have dined . Speed . Ay , but hearken , Sir ; though the came- leon love can feed on the air , I am one that am nourished by my ...
... unto All this I fpeak in print , for in print I found it.— Why mufe you , Sir ? ' tis dinner time . Val . I have dined . Speed . Ay , but hearken , Sir ; though the came- leon love can feed on the air , I am one that am nourished by my ...
Strana 36
... unto the road , to difembark Some neceffaries that I needs must use , And then I'll presently attend you . Val . Will you make haste ? Pro . I will . [ Exit Val Even as one heat another heat expels , Or as one nail by strength drives ...
... unto the road , to difembark Some neceffaries that I needs must use , And then I'll presently attend you . Val . Will you make haste ? Pro . I will . [ Exit Val Even as one heat another heat expels , Or as one nail by strength drives ...
Strana 44
... unto my friend , Hath made me publifher of this pretence . Duke . Upon mine honour , he fhall never know That I had any light from thee of this . Pro . Adieu , my Lord : Sir Valentine is coming . [ Exit Pro . Enter VALENTINE . Duke ...
... unto my friend , Hath made me publifher of this pretence . Duke . Upon mine honour , he fhall never know That I had any light from thee of this . Pro . Adieu , my Lord : Sir Valentine is coming . [ Exit Pro . Enter VALENTINE . Duke ...
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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.