Works: Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure. Comedy of errors. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lost. A midsummer-night's dream. The merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night, or What you will. Winter's tale. King JohnG. Routledge, 1889 |
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Strana 15
... Comes to the entertainer- Seb . A dollar . Gon . Dolour comes to him , indeed ; you have spoken truer than you purposed . Seb . You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should . Gon . Therefore , my lord , - Ant . Fie , what a ...
... Comes to the entertainer- Seb . A dollar . Gon . Dolour comes to him , indeed ; you have spoken truer than you purposed . Seb . You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should . Gon . Therefore , my lord , - Ant . Fie , what a ...
Strana 62
... Come all the praises that I now bestow , ) He is complete in feature , and in mind , With all good grace to grace a ... comes the gentleman . Val . Welcome , dear Proteus ! -Mistress , I beseech you , Confirm his welcome with some ...
... Come all the praises that I now bestow , ) He is complete in feature , and in mind , With all good grace to grace a ... comes the gentleman . Val . Welcome , dear Proteus ! -Mistress , I beseech you , Confirm his welcome with some ...
Strana 74
... Come , I'll convey thee through the city gate ; And , ere I part with thee , confer at large Of all that may concern thy love - affairs : As thou lov'st Silvia ... comes the proverb , -Blessing of 74 [ ACT III . TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA .
... Come , I'll convey thee through the city gate ; And , ere I part with thee , confer at large Of all that may concern thy love - affairs : As thou lov'st Silvia ... comes the proverb , -Blessing of 74 [ ACT III . TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA .
Strana 89
... comes the duke . Enter DUKE . Duke . How now , sir Proteus ? how now , Thurio ? Which of you saw sir Eglamour of ... Come , come ; Be patient , we must bring you to our captain . Sil . A thousand more mischances than this one Have learn ...
... comes the duke . Enter DUKE . Duke . How now , sir Proteus ? how now , Thurio ? Which of you saw sir Eglamour of ... Come , come ; Be patient , we must bring you to our captain . Sil . A thousand more mischances than this one Have learn ...
Strana 90
... Come , I must bring you to our captain's cave ; Fear not ; he bears an honourable mind , And will not use a woman ... comes here ? Enter PROTEUS , SILVIA , and JULIA . Pro . Madam , this service I have done for you , ( Though you ...
... Come , I must bring you to our captain's cave ; Fear not ; he bears an honourable mind , And will not use a woman ... comes here ? Enter PROTEUS , SILVIA , and JULIA . Pro . Madam , this service I have done for you , ( Though you ...
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Strana 793 - O, let us pay the time but needful woe, Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. — This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Strana 464 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we not the penalty of Adam. 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.