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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Page 12
... Look , Don Pedro is returned to seek you . Re - enter DON PEDRO . D. Pedro . What secret hath held you here , that you followed not to Leonato's ? Bene . I would your grace would constrain me to tell . D. Pedro . I charge thee on thy ...
... Look , Don Pedro is returned to seek you . Re - enter DON PEDRO . D. Pedro . What secret hath held you here , that you followed not to Leonato's ? Bene . I would your grace would constrain me to tell . D. Pedro . I charge thee on thy ...
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... look pale with love . Bene . With anger , with sickness , or with hunger , my lord ; not with love . Prove that ever I lose more blood with love than I will get again with drinking , pick out mine eyes with a ballad - maker's pen , and ...
... look pale with love . Bene . With anger , with sickness , or with hunger , my lord ; not with love . Prove that ever I lose more blood with love than I will get again with drinking , pick out mine eyes with a ballad - maker's pen , and ...
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... look'd upon her with a soldier's eye , That lik'd , but had a rougher task in hand Than to drive liking to the name of love : But now I am return'd , and that war - thoughts Have left their places vacant , in their rooms Come thronging ...
... look'd upon her with a soldier's eye , That lik'd , but had a rougher task in hand Than to drive liking to the name of love : But now I am return'd , and that war - thoughts Have left their places vacant , in their rooms Come thronging ...
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... Look , what will serve is fit : ' tis once , thou lov'st ; 13 And I will fit thee with the remedy . I know , we shall have revelling to - night ; I will assume thy part in some disguise , And tell fair Hero I am Claudio ; And in her ...
... Look , what will serve is fit : ' tis once , thou lov'st ; 13 And I will fit thee with the remedy . I know , we shall have revelling to - night ; I will assume thy part in some disguise , And tell fair Hero I am Claudio ; And in her ...
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... looks he ? Bora . Marry , on Hero , the daughter and heir of Leonato . D. John . A very forward March - chick ! How came you to this ? Bora . Being entertained for a perfumer , as I was smoking a musty room , comes me the prince and ...
... looks he ? Bora . Marry , on Hero , the daughter and heir of Leonato . D. John . A very forward March - chick ! How came you to this ? Bora . Being entertained for a perfumer , as I was smoking a musty room , comes me the prince and ...
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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.