The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by Henry Glassford Bell...Porteous, 1865 |
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... desires , All prompting me how fair young Hero is , Saying , I liked her ere I went to wars . D. Pedro . Thou wilt be like a lover presently , And tire the hearer with a book of words : If thou dost love fair Hero , cherish it ; And I ...
... desires , All prompting me how fair young Hero is , Saying , I liked her ere I went to wars . D. Pedro . Thou wilt be like a lover presently , And tire the hearer with a book of words : If thou dost love fair Hero , cherish it ; And I ...
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... than hold three words ' conference with this harpy . You have no employment for me ? D. Pedro . None , but to desire your good company . VOL . II . Bene . O God , sir , here's a dish SCENE I. MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING . 17.
... than hold three words ' conference with this harpy . You have no employment for me ? D. Pedro . None , but to desire your good company . VOL . II . Bene . O God , sir , here's a dish SCENE I. MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING . 17.
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... desire her to rise . Urs . I will , lady . Hero . And bid her come hither . Urs . Well . [ Exit URSULA . Marg . ' Troth , I think your other rabato were better . Hero . No , pray thee , good Meg , I'll wear this . Marg . By my troth ...
... desire her to rise . Urs . I will , lady . Hero . And bid her come hither . Urs . Well . [ Exit URSULA . Marg . ' Troth , I think your other rabato were better . Hero . No , pray thee , good Meg , I'll wear this . Marg . By my troth ...
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... desire ! Hero . These gloves the count sent me ; they are an ex- cellent perfume . Beat . I am stuffed , cousin , I cannot smell . Marg . A maid and stuffed ! there's goodly catching of cold . Beat . O , God help me ! God help me ! how ...
... desire ! Hero . These gloves the count sent me ; they are an ex- cellent perfume . Beat . I am stuffed , cousin , I cannot smell . Marg . A maid and stuffed ! there's goodly catching of cold . Beat . O , God help me ! God help me ! how ...
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... desire they were ; but , in faith , honest as the skin between his brows . Verg . Yes , I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I. Dogb . Comparisons are odorous : palabras , neighbour Verges ...
... desire they were ; but , in faith , honest as the skin between his brows . Verg . Yes , I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I. Dogb . Comparisons are odorous : palabras , neighbour Verges ...
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...