The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by Henry Glassford Bell...Porteous, 1865 |
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Strana 19
... Exit BEATRICE . D. Pedro . By my troth , a pleasant - spirited lady . Leon . There's little of the melancholy element in her , my lord : she is never sad but when she sleeps ; and not ever sad then ; for I have heard my daughter say she ...
... Exit BEATRICE . D. Pedro . By my troth , a pleasant - spirited lady . Leon . There's little of the melancholy element in her , my lord : she is never sad but when she sleeps ; and not ever sad then ; for I have heard my daughter say she ...
Strana 21
... [ Exit Boy . ] 1 do much wonder that one man , seeing how much another man is a fool when he dedicates his behaviours to love , will , after he hath laughed at such shallow follies in others , become the argument of his own scorn by ...
... [ Exit Boy . ] 1 do much wonder that one man , seeing how much another man is a fool when he dedicates his behaviours to love , will , after he hath laughed at such shallow follies in others , become the argument of his own scorn by ...
Strana 27
... Exit . Bene . Ha ! Against my will I am sent to bid you come to dinner there's a double meaning in that . I took no more pains for those thanks than you took pains to thank me that's as much as to say , Any pains that I take for you is ...
... Exit . Bene . Ha ! Against my will I am sent to bid you come to dinner there's a double meaning in that . I took no more pains for those thanks than you took pains to thank me that's as much as to say , Any pains that I take for you is ...
Strana 36
... bid her come hither . Urs . Well . [ Exit URSULA . Marg . ' Troth , I think your other rabato were better . Hero . No , pray thee , good Meg , I'll wear this . Marg . By my troth , it's not so good 36 ACT III . MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .
... bid her come hither . Urs . Well . [ Exit URSULA . Marg . ' Troth , I think your other rabato were better . Hero . No , pray thee , good Meg , I'll wear this . Marg . By my troth , it's not so good 36 ACT III . MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .
Strana 49
... Exit . Dogb . Come , let them be opinioned . Verg . Let them be in band . Con . Off , coxcomb ! Dogb . God's my life ! where's the sexton ? let him write down - the prince's officer , coxcomb . - Come , bind them . Thou naughty varlet ...
... Exit . Dogb . Come , let them be opinioned . Verg . Let them be in band . Con . Off , coxcomb ! Dogb . God's my life ! where's the sexton ? let him write down - the prince's officer , coxcomb . - Come , bind them . Thou naughty varlet ...
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Strana 267 - 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 but 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.
Strana 245 - 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 278 - Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school : and then, the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then, a soldier ; Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice In fair round belly with good capon...
Strana 94 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet...