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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... lands and goods , Which I have better'd rather than decreas'd : Then , tell me , if I get your daughter's love , What dowry shall I have with her to wife ? --- Bap . After my death , the one half of my lands , And in possession , twenty ...
... lands and goods , Which I have better'd rather than decreas'd : Then , tell me , if I get your daughter's love , What dowry shall I have with her to wife ? --- Bap . After my death , the one half of my lands , And in possession , twenty ...
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... ll leave her houses three or four as good , Within rich Pisa walls , as any one Old signior Gremio has in Padua ; Besides two thousand ducats by the year Of fruitful land , all which shall be her jointure 35 TAMING OF THE SHREW . 35.
... ll leave her houses three or four as good , Within rich Pisa walls , as any one Old signior Gremio has in Padua ; Besides two thousand ducats by the year Of fruitful land , all which shall be her jointure 35 TAMING OF THE SHREW . 35.
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... land , all which shall be her jointure . What , have I pinch'd you , signior Gremio ? Gre . Two thousand ducats by the year of land My land amounts not to so much in all : That she shall have ; besides an argosy , That now is lying in ...
... land , all which shall be her jointure . What , have I pinch'd you , signior Gremio ? Gre . Two thousand ducats by the year of land My land amounts not to so much in all : That she shall have ; besides an argosy , That now is lying in ...
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... lands of me , signior Vincentio . Vin . Lucentio ! O ! he hath murdered his master . Lay hold on him , I charge you , in the duke's name . — O , my son , my son ! - tell me , thou villain , where is my son Lucentio ? Tra . Call forth an ...
... lands of me , signior Vincentio . Vin . Lucentio ! O ! he hath murdered his master . Lay hold on him , I charge you , in the duke's name . — O , my son , my son ! - tell me , thou villain , where is my son Lucentio ? Tra . Call forth an ...
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... keeper , Thy head , thy sovereign : one that cares for thee , And for thy maintenance ; commits his body To painful labour , both by sea and land , To watch the night in storms , the day in 76 76 TAMING OF THE SHREW .
... keeper , Thy head , thy sovereign : one that cares for thee , And for thy maintenance ; commits his body To painful labour , both by sea and land , To watch the night in storms , the day in 76 76 TAMING OF THE SHREW .
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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...