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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... fellow any wit that told you this ? Ant . A good sharp fellow . I will send for him , and question him yourself . B Leon . No , no ; we will hold it SCENE II . ] 15 MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .
... fellow any wit that told you this ? Ant . A good sharp fellow . I will send for him , and question him yourself . B Leon . No , no ; we will hold it SCENE II . ] 15 MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .
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... fellow , or else make another courtesy , and say , ' Father , as it please me . ' Leon . Well , niece , I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband . Beat . Not till we have ' men of some other metal than earth . Would it not grieve ...
... fellow , or else make another courtesy , and say , ' Father , as it please me . ' Leon . Well , niece , I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband . Beat . Not till we have ' men of some other metal than earth . Would it not grieve ...
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... fellow speaks it : knavery cannot , sure , hide itself in such reverence . Claud . He hath ta'en the infection ; hold it up . [ Aside . D. Pedro . Hath she made her affection known to Benedick ? Leon . No ; and swears she never will ...
... fellow speaks it : knavery cannot , sure , hide itself in such reverence . Claud . He hath ta'en the infection ; hold it up . [ Aside . D. Pedro . Hath she made her affection known to Benedick ? Leon . No ; and swears she never will ...
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... fellows ' counsels and your own , and good - night . - Come , neighbour . 2 Watch . Well , masters , we hear our charge : let us go sit here upon the church - bench till two , and then all to - bed . Dogb . One word more , honest ...
... fellows ' counsels and your own , and good - night . - Come , neighbour . 2 Watch . Well , masters , we hear our charge : let us go sit here upon the church - bench till two , and then all to - bed . Dogb . One word more , honest ...
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... fellow , I assure you ; but I will go about with him . - Come you hither , sirrah ; a word in your ear , sir ; I say to you , it is thought you are false knaves . . Bora . Sir , I say to you we are none . Dogb . Well , stand aside ...
... fellow , I assure you ; but I will go about with him . - Come you hither , sirrah ; a word in your ear , sir ; I say to you , it is thought you are false knaves . . Bora . Sir , I say to you we are none . Dogb . Well , stand aside ...
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ABHORSON Baptista Beat Beatrice Benedick Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO Bora BORACHIO brother Claud Claudio cousin daughter death Dogb dost doth Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father folio fool forest of Arden friar Ganymede gentle gentleman give grace Gremio hath hear heart Heaven Hero hither honour Hortensio husband Isab ISABELLA Kate Kath KATHARINA lady Leon Leonato look Lord Angelo Lucentio Lucio maid marriage marry master master constable Measure for Measure mistress never offence Orlando Padua pardon Pedro Petruchio Phebe Pisa play Pompey pr'ythee pray prince Prov Provost Re-enter Rosalind SCENE Shakespeare shew shrew Signior Sirrah speak swear sweet tell thank thee there's thou art thou hast to-morrow tongue Touch Tranio troth unto villain Vincentio what's wife woman word
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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.