The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by Henry Glassford Bell...Porteous, 1865 |
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... sure , and will assist me ? Con . To the death , my lord . D. John . Let us to the great supper : their cheer is the greater that I am subdued . Would the cook were of my mind ! -Shall we go prove what's to be done ? Bora . We'll wait ...
... sure , and will assist me ? Con . To the death , my lord . D. John . Let us to the great supper : their cheer is the greater that I am subdued . Would the cook were of my mind ! -Shall we go prove what's to be done ? Bora . We'll wait ...
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... are ? Bene . Not now . Beat . That I was disdainful ! -and that I had my good wit out of the Hundred merry Tales ! -Well , this was Signior Benedick that said so . Bene . What's he ? Beat . I am sure 14 ACT II . MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .
... are ? Bene . Not now . Beat . That I was disdainful ! -and that I had my good wit out of the Hundred merry Tales ! -Well , this was Signior Benedick that said so . Bene . What's he ? Beat . I am sure 14 ACT II . MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .
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... sure he is in the fleet : I would he had boarded me . Bene . When I know the gentleman I'll 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 ...
... sure he is in the fleet : I would he had boarded me . Bene . When I know the gentleman I'll 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 ...
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... sure , my lord , my mother cried ; but then there was a star danced , and under that was I born.— Cousins , God give you joy ! Leon . Niece , will you look to those things I told you of ? Beat . I cry you mercy , uncle . - By your ...
... sure , my lord , my mother cried ; but then there was a star danced , and under that was I born.— Cousins , God give you joy ! Leon . Niece , will you look to those things I told you of ? Beat . I cry you mercy , uncle . - By your ...
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... sure , hide itself in such reverence . Claud . He hath ta'en the infection ; hold it up . [ A side . D. Pedro . Hath she made her affection known to Bene- dick ? Leon . No ; and swears she never will : that's her torment . Claud . ' Tis ...
... sure , hide itself in such reverence . Claud . He hath ta'en the infection ; hold it up . [ A side . D. Pedro . Hath she made her affection known to Bene- dick ? Leon . No ; and swears she never will : that's her torment . Claud . ' Tis ...
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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...