The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by Henry Glassford Bell...Porteous, 1865 |
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... thing . Beat . Nay , if they lead to any ill , I will leave them at the next turning . [ Dance . Then exeunt all but ... things Save in the office and affairs of love : Therefore , all hearts in love use their own tongues : Let every eye ...
... thing . Beat . Nay , if they lead to any ill , I will leave them at the next turning . [ Dance . Then exeunt all but ... things Save in the office and affairs of love : Therefore , all hearts in love use their own tongues : Let every eye ...
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... things I told you of ? Beat . I cry you mercy , uncle . - By your grace's pardon . [ Exit BEATRICE . D. Pedro . By my troth , a pleasant - spirited lady . Leon . There's little of the melancholy element in her , my lord : she is never ...
... things I told you of ? Beat . I cry you mercy , uncle . - By your grace's pardon . [ Exit BEATRICE . D. Pedro . By my troth , a pleasant - spirited lady . Leon . There's little of the melancholy element in her , my lord : she is never ...
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... thing for a qualm . Hero . There thou prick'st her with a thistle . Beat . Benedictus ! why Benedictus ? you have some moral in this Benedictus . Marg . Moral ? no , by my troth , I have no moral mean- ing ; I meant plain holy - thistle ...
... thing for a qualm . Hero . There thou prick'st her with a thistle . Beat . Benedictus ! why Benedictus ? you have some moral in this Benedictus . Marg . Moral ? no , by my troth , I have no moral mean- ing ; I meant plain holy - thistle ...
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... . What should I speak ? I stand dishonour'd , that have gone about To link my dear friend to a common stale . Leon . Are these things spoken ? or do I but dream ? D. John . Sir , they are spoken , and SCENE I. MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING . 41.
... . What should I speak ? I stand dishonour'd , that have gone about To link my dear friend to a common stale . Leon . Are these things spoken ? or do I but dream ? D. John . Sir , they are spoken , and SCENE I. MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING . 41.
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William Shakespeare. D. John . Sir , they are spoken , and these things are true . Bene . This looks not like a nuptial . Hero . Claud . Leonato , stand I here ? True ! -O God ! Is this the prince ? Is this the prince's brother ? Is this ...
William Shakespeare. D. John . Sir , they are spoken , and these things are true . Bene . This looks not like a nuptial . Hero . Claud . Leonato , stand I here ? True ! -O God ! Is this the prince ? Is this the prince's brother ? Is this ...
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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.
Page 278 - Then the whining schoolboy, 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' eyebrow. Then, a soldier ; Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice In fair round belly with good capon...
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...