The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 2Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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... bears himself as Petruchio's old friend , familiar with his habits and eccentricities . Shakespeare's hand is discernible only in the scenes in which Petruchio , Katharine , and Grumio appear . Even Petruchio's preliminary negotiations ...
... bears himself as Petruchio's old friend , familiar with his habits and eccentricities . Shakespeare's hand is discernible only in the scenes in which Petruchio , Katharine , and Grumio appear . Even Petruchio's preliminary negotiations ...
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... bear the ewer , the third a diaper , And say ' Will't please your lordship cool your hands ? ' Some one be ready with a costly suit And ask him what apparel he will wear ; Another tell him of his hounds and horse , 36. practise , play a ...
... bear the ewer , the third a diaper , And say ' Will't please your lordship cool your hands ? ' Some one be ready with a costly suit And ask him what apparel he will wear ; Another tell him of his hounds and horse , 36. practise , play a ...
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... bear out Sly . A trumpet sounds . Sirrah , go see what trumpet ' tis that sounds : [ Exit Servingman . Belike , some noble gentleman that means , Travelling some journey , to repose him here . Re - enter Servingman . How now ! who is it ...
... bear out Sly . A trumpet sounds . Sirrah , go see what trumpet ' tis that sounds : [ Exit Servingman . Belike , some noble gentleman that means , Travelling some journey , to repose him here . Re - enter Servingman . How now ! who is it ...
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... bear himself with honourable action , Such as he hath observed in noble ladies Unto their lords , by them accomplished : Such duty to the drunkard let him do With soft low tongue and lowly courtesy , And say ' What is ' t your honour ...
... bear himself with honourable action , Such as he hath observed in noble ladies Unto their lords , by them accomplished : Such duty to the drunkard let him do With soft low tongue and lowly courtesy , And say ' What is ' t your honour ...
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... bear - herd , and now by present profession a tinker ? Ask Marian Hacket , the fat ale - wife of Wincot , if she know me not if she say I am not fourteen pence on the score for sheer ale , score me up for the lyingest knave in ...
... bear - herd , and now by present profession a tinker ? Ask Marian Hacket , the fat ale - wife of Wincot , if she know me not if she say I am not fourteen pence on the score for sheer ale , score me up for the lyingest knave in ...
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Page 511 - And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Page 493 - 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 223 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted.
Page 221 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.
Page 179 - Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Page 209 - But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this— That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation; we do pray for mercy, And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much To mitigate the justice of thy plea, Which if thou follow, this strict court...
Page 507 - And then he drew a dial from his poke, And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags: Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Page 398 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Page 134 - I should not see the sandy hour-glass run But I should think of shallows and of flats. And see my wealthy Andrew dock'd in sand Vailing her high-top lower than her ribs To kiss her burial. Should I go to church And see the holy edifice of stone, And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks...
Page 184 - Live thou, I live : with much much more dismay I view the fight than thou that makest the fray. Music, whilst Bassanio comments on the caskets to himself. SONG. Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot, how nourished ? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell ; 70 I 'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.