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 13
... fair a house , Good things will strive to dwell with ' t . Pro . [ Aside . Follow me.- [ To FERD . Speak not you for him ; he's a traitor . - Come . I'll manacle thy neck and feet together : Sea - water shalt thou drink , thy food shall ...
... fair a house , Good things will strive to dwell with ' t . Pro . [ Aside . Follow me.- [ To FERD . Speak not you for him ; he's a traitor . - Come . I'll manacle thy neck and feet together : Sea - water shalt thou drink , thy food shall ...
Strana 34
... fair issue , and long life , With such love as ' t is now , the murkiest den , The most opportune place , the strong'st suggestion Our worser genius can , shall never melt Mine honour into lust ; to take away The edge of that day's ...
... fair issue , and long life , With such love as ' t is now , the murkiest den , The most opportune place , the strong'st suggestion Our worser genius can , shall never melt Mine honour into lust ; to take away The edge of that day's ...
Strana 51
... fair resort of gentlemen , That every day with parle encounter me , In thy opinion , which is worthiest love ? Luc . Please you , repeat their names , I'll sh'w my mind According to my shallow simple skill . Jul . What think'st thou of ...
... fair resort of gentlemen , That every day with parle encounter me , In thy opinion , which is worthiest love ? Luc . Please you , repeat their names , I'll sh'w my mind According to my shallow simple skill . Jul . What think'st thou of ...
Strana 57
... fair , boy , as well favoured . Speed . Sir , I know that well enough . Val . What dost thou know ? Speed . That she is not so fair , as ( of you ) well favoured . Val . I mean , that her beauty is exquisite , but her favour infinite ...
... fair , boy , as well favoured . Speed . Sir , I know that well enough . Val . What dost thou know ? Speed . That she is not so fair , as ( of you ) well favoured . Val . I mean , that her beauty is exquisite , but her favour infinite ...
Strana 66
... fair Silvia , shall I be forsworn ; To wrong my friend , I shall be much forsworn ; And even that power , which gave me first my oath , Provokes me to this threefold perjury . Love bade me swear , and love bids me forswear : O sweet ...
... fair Silvia , shall I be forsworn ; To wrong my friend , I shall be much forsworn ; And even that power , which gave me first my oath , Provokes me to this threefold perjury . Love bade me swear , and love bids me forswear : O sweet ...
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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.