The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by Henry Glassford Bell...Porteous, 1865 |
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... tell him we shall stay here at the least a month ; and he heartily prays some occasion may detain us longer : I dare swear he is no hypocrite , but prays from his heart . Leon . If you swear , my lord , you shall not be forsworn . -Let ...
... tell him we shall stay here at the least a month ; and he heartily prays some occasion may detain us longer : I dare swear he is no hypocrite , but prays from his heart . Leon . If you swear , my lord , you shall not be forsworn . -Let ...
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... tell him I will not fail him at supper ; for , indeed , he hath made great preparation . Bene . I have almost matter enough in me for such an embassage ; and so I commit you- Claud . To the tuition of God : had it- D. Pedro . The sixth ...
... tell him I will not fail him at supper ; for , indeed , he hath made great preparation . Bene . I have almost matter enough in me for such an embassage ; and so I commit you- Claud . To the tuition of God : had it- D. Pedro . The sixth ...
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... tell you strange news that you yet dreamed not of . Leon . Are they good ? Ant . As the event stamps them ; but they have a good cover ; they show well outward . The prince and Count Claudio , walking in a thick - pleached alley in my ...
... tell you strange news that you yet dreamed not of . Leon . Are they good ? Ant . As the event stamps them ; but they have a good cover ; they show well outward . The prince and Count Claudio , walking in a thick - pleached alley in my ...
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... tell you true , I counterfeit him . Urs . You could never do him so ill - well unless you were the very man . Here's ... tell me who told you so ? Bene . No , you shall pardon me . Beat . Nor will you not tell me who you are ? Bene . Not ...
... tell you true , I counterfeit him . Urs . You could never do him so ill - well unless you were the very man . Here's ... tell me who told you so ? Bene . No , you shall pardon me . Beat . Nor will you not tell me who you are ? Bene . Not ...
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... tell him what you say . Beat . Do , do : he'll but break a comparison or two on me ; which , peradventure , not marked , or not laughed at , strikes him into melancholy ; and then there's a partridge wing saved , for the fool will eat ...
... tell him what you say . Beat . Do , do : he'll but break a comparison or two on me ; which , peradventure , not marked , or not laughed at , strikes him into melancholy ; and then there's a partridge wing saved , for the fool will eat ...
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Page 267 - 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 245 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd 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.
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Page 94 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet...