Much ado about nothing ; Twelfth night ; Love's labour's lostBradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1866 |
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... Beat . I pray you , is signior Montanto re- turned from the wars , or no ? Mess . I know none of that name , lady ; there was none such in the army of any sort . Leon . What is he that you ask for , niece ? Hero . My cousin means ...
... Beat . I pray you , is signior Montanto re- turned from the wars , or no ? Mess . I know none of that name , lady ; there was none such in the army of any sort . Leon . What is he that you ask for , niece ? Hero . My cousin means ...
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... Beat . And a good soldier to a lady ! —But what is he to a lord ? Mess . A lord to a lord , a man to a man ; stuffed with all honourable virtues . Beat . It is so , indeed : he is no less than a stuffed man : but for the stuffing ...
... Beat . And a good soldier to a lady ! —But what is he to a lord ? Mess . A lord to a lord , a man to a man ; stuffed with all honourable virtues . Beat . It is so , indeed : he is no less than a stuffed man : but for the stuffing ...
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... Beat . Do , good friend . Leon . You'll ne'er run mad , niece . Beat . No , not till a hot January . Mess . Don Pedro is approached . Enter DON PEDRO , attended by BALTHAZAR and others , DON JOHN , CLAUDIO , and BENEDICK . D. Pedro ...
... Beat . Do , good friend . Leon . You'll ne'er run mad , niece . Beat . No , not till a hot January . Mess . Don Pedro is approached . Enter DON PEDRO , attended by BALTHAZAR and others , DON JOHN , CLAUDIO , and BENEDICK . D. Pedro ...
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William Shakespeare. Beat . I wonder that you will still be talking , signior Benedick ; nobody marks you . Bene . What , my dear lady Disdain ! are you yet living ? Beat . Is it possible Disdain should die , while she hath such meet ...
William Shakespeare. Beat . I wonder that you will still be talking , signior Benedick ; nobody marks you . Bene . What , my dear lady Disdain ! are you yet living ? Beat . Is it possible Disdain should die , while she hath such meet ...
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... Beat . How tartly that gentleman looks ! I never can see him but I am heart - burned an hour after . Hero . He is of a very melancholy disposition . Beat . He were an excellent man that were made just in the mid - way between him and ...
... Beat . How tartly that gentleman looks ! I never can see him but I am heart - burned an hour after . Hero . He is of a very melancholy disposition . Beat . He were an excellent man that were made just in the mid - way between him and ...
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ANTONIO Aquitain ARMADO Beat Beatrice Biron blood Bora BORACHIO Boyet brother Cesario Claud Cost COSTARD cousin daughter dear Dogb DON JOHN DON PEDRO dost thou doth Duke Dull Dumain Enter Exeunt Exit eyes FABIAN fair fair lady faith favour fellow fool Friar gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart Hero hither honour Illyria Jaquenetta Kath King l'envoy lady Leon Leonato letter Longaville look lord madam Malvolio Marg MARIA Marry master master constable Moth Nath Navarre never niece night oath Olivia peace Pompey praise pray Prin prince princess Re-enter Rosaline SCENE signior Benedick sing Sir ANDREW Sir TOBY BELCH sir Topas soul speak swear sweet sworn tell thank thee there's thine thou art thou hast to-morrow tongue troth true Verg VIOLA Watch wench What's word
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Página 283 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Página 120 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Página 185 - LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST. ACT I. SCENE I.— Navarre. A Park, with a palace in it. Enter the KING, BIEON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN. King. j|ET fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live register'd upon our brazen tombs, And then- grace us in the disgrace of death ; When, spite of cormorant devouring time, The endeavour of this present breath may buy That honour, which shall bate his scythe's keen edge, And make us heirs of all eternity.
Página 127 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it 1 My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Página 63 - Of every hearer : for it so falls out, That what we have we prize not to the worth. Whiles we enjoy it ; but being lack'd and los«t. Why, then we rack ' the value ; then we find The virtue, that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours...
Página 128 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought, And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Página 126 - Duke. O, fellow, come, the song we had last night. Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain ; The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use to chant it : it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Página 281 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Página 95 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Enough ; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Página 46 - Why then, take no note of him, but let him go ; and presently call the rest of the watch together, and thank God you are rid of a knave.