The Works of William Shakespeare: The comedy of errors. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lost. A midsummer-night's dream. The merchant of VeniceChapman and Hall, 1866 |
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Strana 6
... leave . In Syracusa was I born ; and wed Unto a woman , happy but for me , And by me too , ( 4 ) had not our hap been bad . With her I liv'd in joy ; our wealth increas'd By prosperous voyages I often made To Epidamnum ; till my ...
... leave . In Syracusa was I born ; and wed Unto a woman , happy but for me , And by me too , ( 4 ) had not our hap been bad . With her I liv'd in joy ; our wealth increas'd By prosperous voyages I often made To Epidamnum ; till my ...
Strana 8
... leave unsought Or that , or any place that harbours men . But here must end the story of my life ; And happy were I in my timely death , Could all my travels warrant me they live . Duke . Hapless Egeon , whom the fates have mark'd To ...
... leave unsought Or that , or any place that harbours men . But here must end the story of my life ; And happy were I in my timely death , Could all my travels warrant me they live . Duke . Hapless Egeon , whom the fates have mark'd To ...
Strana 16
... leave battering , I had rather have it a head : an you use these blows long , I must get a sconce for my head , and ensconce it too ; or else I shall seek my wit in my shoulders . But , I pray , sir , why am I beaten ? Ant . S. Dost ...
... leave battering , I had rather have it a head : an you use these blows long , I must get a sconce for my head , and ensconce it too ; or else I shall seek my wit in my shoulders . But , I pray , sir , why am I beaten ? Ant . S. Dost ...
Strana 32
... leave him to the officer . Ant . E. I answer you ! what should I answer you ? Ang . The money that you owe me for the chain . Ant . E. I owe you none till I receive the chain . Ang . You know I gave't you half an hour since . Ant . E ...
... leave him to the officer . Ant . E. I answer you ! what should I answer you ? Ang . The money that you owe me for the chain . Ant . E. I owe you none till I receive the chain . Ang . You know I gave't you half an hour since . Ant . E ...
Strana 37
... leave me and be gone . Cour . Give me the ring of mine you had at dinner , Or , for my diamond , the chain you promis'd ; And I'll be gone , sir , and not trouble you . Dro . S. Some devils ask but the parings of one's nail , A rush , a ...
... leave me and be gone . Cour . Give me the ring of mine you had at dinner , Or , for my diamond , the chain you promis'd ; And I'll be gone , sir , and not trouble you . Dro . S. Some devils ask but the parings of one's nail , A rush , a ...
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Strana 236 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Strana 410 - 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 282 - CHORUS. Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
Strana 400 - Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway ; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Strana 310 - I had, but man is but a patch'd fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.