The Dramatic Works of William ShakespeareC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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Strana 120
... Laun . Nay , ' twill be this hour ere I have done weeping ; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault ; I have received my proportion , like the prodigious son , and am going with sir Proteus to the Imperial's court . I think ...
... Laun . Nay , ' twill be this hour ere I have done weeping ; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault ; I have received my proportion , like the prodigious son , and am going with sir Proteus to the Imperial's court . I think ...
Strana 121
... Laun . Why , he that's ty'd here ; Crab , my dog . Pan . Tut , man , I mean thou'lt lose the flood ; and , in losing ... Laun . For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue . Pan . Where should I lose my tongue ? Laun . In thy tale . VOL . I ...
... Laun . Why , he that's ty'd here ; Crab , my dog . Pan . Tut , man , I mean thou'lt lose the flood ; and , in losing ... Laun . For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue . Pan . Where should I lose my tongue ? Laun . In thy tale . VOL . I ...
Strana 122
... Laun . Sir , call me what thou darest . Pan . Wilt thou go ? Laun . Well , I will go . SCENE IV . [ Exeunt . Milan . A Room in the Duke's Palace . Enter VALENTINE , SILVIA , THURIO , and SPEED . Sil . Servant- Val . Mistress ? Speed ...
... Laun . Sir , call me what thou darest . Pan . Wilt thou go ? Laun . Well , I will go . SCENE IV . [ Exeunt . Milan . A Room in the Duke's Palace . Enter VALENTINE , SILVIA , THURIO , and SPEED . Sil . Servant- Val . Mistress ? Speed ...
Strana 130
... Laun . Forswear not thyself , sweet youth ; for I am not welcome . I reckon this always - that a man is never undone ... Laun . Marry , after they closed in earnest , they parted very fairly in jest . Speed . But shall she marry him ...
... Laun . Forswear not thyself , sweet youth ; for I am not welcome . I reckon this always - that a man is never undone ... Laun . Marry , after they closed in earnest , they parted very fairly in jest . Speed . But shall she marry him ...
Strana 131
... Laun . Ask my dog : if he say , ay , it will ; if he say , no , it will ; if he shake his tail , and say nothing , it will . Speed . The conclusion is then , that it will . Laun . Thou shalt never get such a secret from me , but by a ...
... Laun . Ask my dog : if he say , ay , it will ; if he say , no , it will ; if he shake his tail , and say nothing , it will . Speed . The conclusion is then , that it will . Laun . Thou shalt never get such a secret from me , but by a ...
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Strana 49 - Were I in England now, (as once I was,) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Strana 84 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Strana 297 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Strana 69 - O, it is monstrous, monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and the thunder. That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper : it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' th' ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Strana 102 - Nature's family. Yet must I not give Nature all : thy art My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter, Nature be, His art doth give the fashion. And, that he, Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muse's anvil : turn the same, (And himself with it) that he thinks to frame ; Or for the laurel, he may gain a scorn, For a good poet's made, as well as born. And such wert thou.
Strana 159 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there.
Strana 336 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Strana 91 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, 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
Strana 84 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Strana 102 - Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show, To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time!