The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, Volume 2Tauchnitz, 1843 |
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... hold you . but we may blow our nails cake's dough on both sides . Hor . So will I , signior Gremio : but a word , I pray . Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brook'd parle , know now upon advice , it toucheth us both , that we ...
... hold you . but we may blow our nails cake's dough on both sides . Hor . So will I , signior Gremio : but a word , I pray . Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brook'd parle , know now upon advice , it toucheth us both , that we ...
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... hold ? Luc . O , Tranio ! till I found it to be true , - I never thought it possible , or likely ; But see ! while idly I stood looking on , I found the effect of love in idleness ; And now in plainness do confess to thee , That art to ...
... hold ? Luc . O , Tranio ! till I found it to be true , - I never thought it possible , or likely ; But see ! while idly I stood looking on , I found the effect of love in idleness ; And now in plainness do confess to thee , That art to ...
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... hold , His youngest daughter , beautiful Bianca , And her withholds from me , and other more Suitors to her , and rivals in my love ; Supposing it a thing impossible , For those defects I have before rehears'd , That ever Katharina will ...
... hold , His youngest daughter , beautiful Bianca , And her withholds from me , and other more Suitors to her , and rivals in my love ; Supposing it a thing impossible , For those defects I have before rehears'd , That ever Katharina will ...
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... hold with her , but never lutes . Bap . Why , then thou can'st not break her to the lute ? Hor . Why no , for she hath broke the lute to me . I did but tell her she mistook her frets , And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering , When ...
... hold with her , but never lutes . Bap . Why , then thou can'st not break her to the lute ? Hor . Why no , for she hath broke the lute to me . I did but tell her she mistook her frets , And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering , When ...
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... hold you a penny , A horse and a man Is more than one , And yet not many . Enter PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO . Pet . Come , where be these gallants ? who is at home ? Bap . You are welcome , Sir . Pet . Bap . And yet you halt not . Tra . As I ...
... hold you a penny , A horse and a man Is more than one , And yet not many . Enter PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO . Pet . Come , where be these gallants ? who is at home ? Bap . You are welcome , Sir . Pet . Bap . And yet you halt not . Tra . As I ...
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Page 476 - Richard : no man cried , God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home; But dust was thrown upon his sacred head , Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God , for some strong purpose , steel'd The hearts of men , they must perforce have melted , And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Page 288 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Page 190 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but indeed Our shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio.
Page 137 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not, and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Page 457 - My figur'd goblets for a dish of wood, My sceptre for a palmer's walking-staff, My subjects for a pair of carved saints, And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave : Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects...
Page 289 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold...