Chamber's household edition of the dramatic works of William Shakespeare, ed. by R. Carruthers and W. Chambers, Part 27, Volume 2 |
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... Faith , niece , you tax Signior Benedick too much ; but he'll be meet with you , I doubt it not . Mess . He hath done good service , lady , in these wars . Beat . You had musty victual , and he hath holp to eat it : he is a very valiant ...
... Faith , niece , you tax Signior Benedick too much ; but he'll be meet with you , I doubt it not . Mess . He hath done good service , lady , in these wars . Beat . You had musty victual , and he hath holp to eat it : he is a very valiant ...
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... faith but as the fashion of his hat ; it ever changes with the next block . Mess . I see , lady , the gentleman is not in your books . Beat . No : an he were , I would burn my study . But , I pray you , who is his companion ? Is there ...
... faith but as the fashion of his hat ; it ever changes with the next block . Mess . I see , lady , the gentleman is not in your books . Beat . No : an he were , I would burn my study . But , I pray you , who is his companion ? Is there ...
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... faith , methinks she is too low for a high praise , too brown for a fair praise , and too little for a great praise : only this commendation I can afford her - that were she other than she is , she were unhandsome ; and being no other ...
... faith , methinks she is too low for a high praise , too brown for a fair praise , and too little for a great praise : only this commendation I can afford her - that were she other than she is , she were unhandsome ; and being no other ...
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... faith ? man , but he will wear his cap with suspicion ? 5 Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore again ? Go to , i ' faith ; an thou wilt needs thrust thy neck into a yoke , wear the print of it , and sigh away Sundays . Look , Don ...
... faith ? man , but he will wear his cap with suspicion ? 5 Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore again ? Go to , i ' faith ; an thou wilt needs thrust thy neck into a yoke , wear the print of it , and sigh away Sundays . Look , Don ...
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... faith , thou wilt prove a notable argument . Bene . If I do , hang me in a bottle like a cat , and shoot at me ; and he that hits me , let him be clapped on the shoulder , and called Adam.8 D. Pedro . Well , as time shall try : ' In ...
... faith , thou wilt prove a notable argument . Bene . If I do , hang me in a bottle like a cat , and shoot at me ; and he that hits me , let him be clapped on the shoulder , and called Adam.8 D. Pedro . Well , as time shall try : ' In ...
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Page 10 - That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Page 48 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice...
Page 24 - 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.
Page 24 - 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.' Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life exempt from public haunt Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones and good in...
Page 44 - Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with Life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep : a breath thou art...
Page 39 - 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...
Page 31 - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
Page 39 - With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Page 80 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Page 30 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.