Shakespere's Works, Volume 4D. Appleton, 1897 |
Common terms and phrases
Angiers Antigonus art thou Arth Arthur AUTOLYCUS Bast Bastard bear bear-baiting beseech Blanch blood Bohemia breath brother Camillo Cesario CLEOMENES Const daughter Dauphin dear death dost thou doth Duke Duke of AUSTRIA England Exeunt Exit eyes FABIAN fair faith father Faulconbridge fear fellow fool fortune France Gent gentleman give hath hear heart heaven Hermione hold honour Hubert Illyria James Gurney King John lady Leon Leontes look lord madam Malvolio MARIA marry Melun mistress never niece night noble o'er Olivia Pand Pandulph Paul Paulina peace Polixenes pray prince prithee queen Re-enter SCENE shame Shep Sicilia Sir ANDREW Sir TOBY BELCH Sir Topas soul speak swear sweet tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt thyself tongue true VIOLA
Popular passages
Page 29 - O, fellow, come, the song we had last night. Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain ; The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use to chant it : it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Page 1 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
Page 23 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Page 141 - 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 oxlips and The crown imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one...
Page 30 - ... be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save. Lay me. O. where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there!
Page 136 - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a: A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Page 237 - To guard a title that was rich before, To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
Page 229 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
Page 128 - I would there were no age between sixteen and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest ; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.