Sketch of the life of Shakespeare. Tempest. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Merry Wives of Windsor. Twelfth Night. Measure for Measure. Much Ado about Nothing. Midsummer Night's Dream. Love's Labour's Lost. Merchant of Venice. As You Like It. All's Well That Ends Well. Taming of the Shrew. Winter's Tale. Comedy of Errors. Macbeth. King John. King Richard II. King Henry IV, pts. 1-2. King Henry V |
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Strana 31
... Marry , sir , so painted , to make her fair , that no man counts of her beauty . Val . How esteemest thou me ? I account of her beauty . Speed . You never saw her since she was de- formed . Val . How long hath she been deformed ? Speed ...
... Marry , sir , so painted , to make her fair , that no man counts of her beauty . Val . How esteemest thou me ? I account of her beauty . Speed . You never saw her since she was de- formed . Val . How long hath she been deformed ? Speed ...
Strana 34
... Marry , after they closed in earnest , they parted very fairly in jest . Speed . But shall she marry him ? Laun . No. Speed . How then ? shall he marry her ? Laun . No , neither . Speed . What , are they broken ? Laun . No , they are ...
... Marry , after they closed in earnest , they parted very fairly in jest . Speed . But shall she marry him ? Laun . No. Speed . How then ? shall he marry her ? Laun . No , neither . Speed . What , are they broken ? Laun . No , they are ...
Strana 38
... Marry , the son of my grandfather . Laun . O illiterate loiterer ! it was the son of thy ( 1 ) Grief . ( 2 ) St. Nicholas presided over young scholars . covers the wit , is more than the wit ; for the greater hides the less . What's ...
... Marry , the son of my grandfather . Laun . O illiterate loiterer ! it was the son of thy ( 1 ) Grief . ( 2 ) St. Nicholas presided over young scholars . covers the wit , is more than the wit ; for the greater hides the less . What's ...
Strana 41
... Marry , at my house : Trust me , I think ' tis almost day . Jul . Not so ; but it hath been the longest night That e'er I watch'd , and the most heaviest . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . - The same . Enter Eglamour . Egl . This is the hour that ...
... Marry , at my house : Trust me , I think ' tis almost day . Jul . Not so ; but it hath been the longest night That e'er I watch'd , and the most heaviest . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . - The same . Enter Eglamour . Egl . This is the hour that ...
Strana 42
... Marry , sir , I carried mistress Silvia the dog you bade me . Pro . And what says she , to my little jewel ? Laun . Marry , she says , your dog was a cur ; and tells you , currish thanks is good enough for such a present . Pro . But she ...
... Marry , sir , I carried mistress Silvia the dog you bade me . Pro . And what says she , to my little jewel ? Laun . Marry , she says , your dog was a cur ; and tells you , currish thanks is good enough for such a present . Pro . But she ...
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Strana 322 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Strana 366 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Strana 423 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down...
Strana 201 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Strana 201 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Strana 373 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be...
Strana 209 - 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 19 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometime voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me ; that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Strana 251 - I cannot reconcile my heart to Bertram ; a man noble without generosity, and young without truth ; who marries Helen as a coward, and leaves her as a profligate . when she is dead by his unkindness, sneaks home to a second marriage, is accused by a woman whom he has wronged, defends himself by falsehood, and is dismissed to happiness.
Strana 457 - Tomorrow is Saint Crispian " : Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say " These wounds I had on Crispin's day." Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day: then shall our names, Familiar in...