Works: Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure. Comedy of errors. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lost. A midsummer-night's dream. The merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night, or What you will. Winter's tale. King JohnG. Routledge, 1889 |
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Page 63
... lady , entertain him To be my fellow - servant to your ladyship . Sil . Too low a mistress for so high a servant , Pro . Not so , sweet lady ; but too mean a servant To have a look of such a worthy mistress . Val . Leave off discourse ...
... lady , entertain him To be my fellow - servant to your ladyship . Sil . Too low a mistress for so high a servant , Pro . Not so , sweet lady ; but too mean a servant To have a look of such a worthy mistress . Val . Leave off discourse ...
Page 64
... lady's train ; lest the base earth Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss , And , of so great a favour growing proud , Disdain to root the summer - swelling flower , And make rough winter everlastingly . Pro . Why , Valentine ...
... lady's train ; lest the base earth Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss , And , of so great a favour growing proud , Disdain to root the summer - swelling flower , And make rough winter everlastingly . Pro . Why , Valentine ...
Page 81
... lady . Jul . Peace ! stand aside ! the company parts . Pro . Sir Thurio , fear not you ! I will so plead , That you ... lady , if you know his pure heart's truth , You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice . Sil . Sir Proteus , as I ...
... lady . Jul . Peace ! stand aside ! the company parts . Pro . Sir Thurio , fear not you ! I will so plead , That you ... lady , if you know his pure heart's truth , You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice . Sil . Sir Proteus , as I ...
Page 82
... lady's grave , and call her's thence ; Pro . Sweet lady , let me rake it from the earth . Or , at the least , in her's sepulchre thine . Jul . He heard not that . Pro . Madam , if your heart be so obdurate , Vouchsafe me yet your ...
... lady's grave , and call her's thence ; Pro . Sweet lady , let me rake it from the earth . Or , at the least , in her's sepulchre thine . Jul . He heard not that . Pro . Madam , if your heart be so obdurate , Vouchsafe me yet your ...
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... lady , to yourself . According to your ladyship's impose , I am thus early come , to know what service It is your pleasure to command me in . Sil . O Eglamour , thou art a gentleman , ( Think not I flatter , for I swear I do not ...
... lady , to yourself . According to your ladyship's impose , I am thus early come , to know what service It is your pleasure to command me in . Sil . O Eglamour , thou art a gentleman , ( Think not I flatter , for I swear I do not ...
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Page 793 - O, let us pay the time but needful woe, Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. — This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 464 - 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 not 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.