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 18
... sweet aspects ; I am not Adriana nor thy wife . The time was once when thou unurg'd wouldst vow That never words were music to thine ear , That never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch well - welcome to thy hand , That ...
... sweet aspects ; I am not Adriana nor thy wife . The time was once when thou unurg'd wouldst vow That never words were music to thine ear , That never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch well - welcome to thy hand , That ...
Strana 25
... Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator ; Look sweet , speak fair , become disloyalty ; Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger ; Bear a fair presence , though your heart be tainted SCENE I. ] 25 THE COMEDY OF ERRORS .
... Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator ; Look sweet , speak fair , become disloyalty ; Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger ; Bear a fair presence , though your heart be tainted SCENE I. ] 25 THE COMEDY OF ERRORS .
Strana 26
... sweet breath of flattery conquers strife . Ant . S. Sweet mistress , -what your name is else , I know not , Nor by what wonder you do hit of mine , - Less in your knowledge and your grace you show not Than our earth's wonder ; more than ...
... sweet breath of flattery conquers strife . Ant . S. Sweet mistress , -what your name is else , I know not , Nor by what wonder you do hit of mine , - Less in your knowledge and your grace you show not Than our earth's wonder ; more than ...
Strana 27
... sweet hope's aim , My sole earth's heaven , and my heaven's claim . Luc . All this my sister is , or else should be . Ant . S. Call thyself sister , sweet , for I aim thee . ( 58 ) Thee will I love , and with thee lead my life : Thou ...
... sweet hope's aim , My sole earth's heaven , and my heaven's claim . Luc . All this my sister is , or else should be . Ant . S. Call thyself sister , sweet , for I aim thee . ( 58 ) Thee will I love , and with thee lead my life : Thou ...
Strana 34
... sweet , now , make haste . ( 69 ) Luc . How hast thou lost thy breath ? Dro . S. By running fast . Adr . Where is thy master , Dromio ? is he well ? Dro . S. No , he's in Tartar limbo , worse than hell . A devil in an everlasting ( 70 ) ...
... sweet , now , make haste . ( 69 ) Luc . How hast thou lost thy breath ? Dro . S. By running fast . Adr . Where is thy master , Dromio ? is he well ? Dro . S. No , he's in Tartar limbo , worse than hell . A devil in an everlasting ( 70 ) ...
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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.