The Works of Shakespeare, Volumen2Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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... turn , well read in poetry And other books , good ones , I warrant ye . Hor . ' Tis well ; and I have met a gentleman Hath promised me to help me to another , A fine musician to instruct our mistress ; So shall I no whit be behind in ...
... turn , well read in poetry And other books , good ones , I warrant ye . Hor . ' Tis well ; and I have met a gentleman Hath promised me to help me to another , A fine musician to instruct our mistress ; So shall I no whit be behind in ...
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... turn , the more my grief . Pet . I see you do not mean to part with her , Or else you like not of my company . Bap . Mistake me not ; I speak but as I find . Whence are you , sir ? what may I call your name ? Pet . Petruchio is my name ...
... turn , the more my grief . Pet . I see you do not mean to part with her , Or else you like not of my company . Bap . Mistake me not ; I speak but as I find . Whence are you , sir ? what may I call your name ? Pet . Petruchio is my name ...
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... turns . Signior Petruchio , will you go with us , Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you ? Pet . I pray you do . [ Exeunt all but Petruchio . ] I will attend her here , And woo her with some spirit when she comes . Say that she rail ...
... turns . Signior Petruchio , will you go with us , Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you ? Pet . I pray you do . [ Exeunt all but Petruchio . ] I will attend her here , And woo her with some spirit when she comes . Say that she rail ...
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... turn ; For , by this light , whereby I see thy beauty , 268. keep you warm ; alluding to the proverb ( quoted in full in 250 260 270 Much Ado , i . 1. 69 ) : ' ( if ) he have wit enough to keep himself warm . ' Thy beauty , that doth ...
... turn ; For , by this light , whereby I see thy beauty , 268. keep you warm ; alluding to the proverb ( quoted in full in 250 260 270 Much Ado , i . 1. 69 ) : ' ( if ) he have wit enough to keep himself warm . ' Thy beauty , that doth ...
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... turn , - And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa ; And make assurance here in Padua Of greater sums than I have promised . So shall you quietly enjoy your hope , And marry sweet Bianca with consent . Luc . Were it not that my fellow ...
... turn , - And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa ; And make assurance here in Padua Of greater sums than I have promised . So shall you quietly enjoy your hope , And marry sweet Bianca with consent . Luc . Were it not that my fellow ...
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Página 511 - 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
Página 149 - Shylock, we would have moneys : ' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...
Página 223 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved 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.
Página 219 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Página 179 - Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Página 493 - 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.
Página 221 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Página 361 - If music be the food of love, play on. Give me excess of it ; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ; — it had a dying fall ( O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour.
Página 395 - 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.
Página 398 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.