The plays and poems of Shakespeare, according to the improved text of E. Malone, with notes and illustr., ed. by A.J. Valpy, Svazek 4 |
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Strana 14
... Marry , but you shall have ; and here's my hand . Mar. Now , sir , thought is free : I pray you , bring your hand to the buttery - bar , 1 and let it drink . 1 To the door of the pantry . Sir An . Wherefore , sweetheart ? what's your ...
... Marry , but you shall have ; and here's my hand . Mar. Now , sir , thought is free : I pray you , bring your hand to the buttery - bar , 1 and let it drink . 1 To the door of the pantry . Sir An . Wherefore , sweetheart ? what's your ...
Strana 15
... marry , now I let go your hand , I am barren . [ Exit Maria . Sir To . O knight , thou lackest a cup of canary . When did I see thee so put down ? Sir An . Never in your life , I think , unless you see canary put me down . Methinks ...
... marry , now I let go your hand , I am barren . [ Exit Maria . Sir To . O knight , thou lackest a cup of canary . When did I see thee so put down ? Sir An . Never in your life , I think , unless you see canary put me down . Methinks ...
Strana 24
... marry ; what is he ? Sir To . Let him be the devil , an he will , I care not give me faith , say I. Well , it's all one . [ Exit . Oli . What's a drunken man like , fool ? Clown . Like a drowned man , a fool , and a mad- A membrane ...
... marry ; what is he ? Sir To . Let him be the devil , an he will , I care not give me faith , say I. Well , it's all one . [ Exit . Oli . What's a drunken man like , fool ? Clown . Like a drowned man , a fool , and a mad- A membrane ...
Strana 42
... Marry , sir , sometimes he is a kind of pu- ritan . Sir An . O , if I thought that , I'd beat him like a dog . Sir To . What , for being a puritan ? Thy exquisite reason , dear knight ? Sir An . I have no exquisite reason for ' t , but ...
... Marry , sir , sometimes he is a kind of pu- ritan . Sir An . O , if I thought that , I'd beat him like a dog . Sir To . What , for being a puritan ? Thy exquisite reason , dear knight ? Sir An . I have no exquisite reason for ' t , but ...
Strana 54
... Marry , hang thee , brock ! 1 Mal . I may command , where I adore : But silence , like a Lucrece knife , With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore : M , O , A , I doth sway my life . ' Fab . A fustian riddle ! Sir To . Excellent wench ...
... Marry , hang thee , brock ! 1 Mal . I may command , where I adore : But silence , like a Lucrece knife , With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore : M , O , A , I doth sway my life . ' Fab . A fustian riddle ! Sir To . Excellent wench ...
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Strana 277 - 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 281 - And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school ; and then, the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress...
Strana 266 - 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.
Strana 288 - Sir, I am a true labourer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear; owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness; glad of other men's good, content with my harm; and the greatest of my pride is to see my ewes graze and my lambs suck.
Strana 283 - Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
Strana 156 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go. And be you blithe and bonny ; ' Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Strana 47 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O ! prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, • On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.