The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, Volume 2Charles Knight, 1851 |
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... eye she is the sweetest lady that ever I looked on . BENE . I can see yet without spectacles , and I see no such matter : there's her cousin , an she were not possessed with a fury , exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May ...
... eye she is the sweetest lady that ever I looked on . BENE . I can see yet without spectacles , and I see no such matter : there's her cousin , an she were not possessed with a fury , exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May ...
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... eyes with a ballad - maker's pen , and hang me up at the door of a brothel - house , for the sign of blind Cupid . D. PEDRO . Well , if ever thou dost fall from this faith thou wilt prove a notable argument . BENE . If I do , hang me in ...
... eyes with a ballad - maker's pen , and hang me up at the door of a brothel - house , for the sign of blind Cupid . D. PEDRO . Well , if ever thou dost fall from this faith thou wilt prove a notable argument . BENE . If I do , hang me in ...
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... eyes ? I cannot tell ; I think not : I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster ; but I'll take my oath on it , till he have made an oyster of me , he shall never make me such a fool . One woman is fair ; yet I am well ...
... eyes ? I cannot tell ; I think not : I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster ; but I'll take my oath on it , till he have made an oyster of me , he shall never make me such a fool . One woman is fair ; yet I am well ...
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... eyes , Misprising what they look on ; and her wit Values itself so highly , that to her All matter else seems weak : she cannot love , Nor take no shape nor project of affection , She is so self - endeared . URS . Sure , I think so ...
... eyes , Misprising what they look on ; and her wit Values itself so highly , that to her All matter else seems weak : she cannot love , Nor take no shape nor project of affection , She is so self - endeared . URS . Sure , I think so ...
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... eyes as other women do . BEAT . What pace is this that thy tongue keeps ? MARG . Not a false gallop . Re - enter URSULA . URS . Madam , withdraw ; the prince , the count , signior Benedick , don John , and all the gallants of the town ...
... eyes as other women do . BEAT . What pace is this that thy tongue keeps ? MARG . Not a false gallop . Re - enter URSULA . URS . Madam , withdraw ; the prince , the count , signior Benedick , don John , and all the gallants of the town ...
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Page 580 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Page 284 - 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 554 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Page 424 - Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears.
Page 285 - My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0 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 strewn; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover never flnd my grave, To weep there.