The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, Zväzok 2Tauchnitz, 1843 |
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Strana 9
... leave me and her alone . Madam , undress you , and come now to bed . Page . Thrice noble lord , let me entreat of you To pardon me yet for a night or two ; Or if not so , until the sun be set , For your physicians have expressly charg'd ...
... leave me and her alone . Madam , undress you , and come now to bed . Page . Thrice noble lord , let me entreat of you To pardon me yet for a night or two ; Or if not so , until the sun be set , For your physicians have expressly charg'd ...
Strana 10
... leave , am arm'd With his good will , and thy good company , My trusty servant , well approv'd in all , Here let us ... leaves A shallow plash , to plunge him in the deep , And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst . Tra . Mi perdonate ...
... leave , am arm'd With his good will , and thy good company , My trusty servant , well approv'd in all , Here let us ... leaves A shallow plash , to plunge him in the deep , And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst . Tra . Mi perdonate ...
Strana 11
... Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure . Gre . To cart her rather : she ' s too rough for me . There , there , Hortensio , will you any wife ? Kath . [ To BAP . ] I pray you , Sir , is it your will To make a stale of me ...
... Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure . Gre . To cart her rather : she ' s too rough for me . There , there , Hortensio , will you any wife ? Kath . [ To BAP . ] I pray you , Sir , is it your will To make a stale of me ...
Strana 13
... leave ? Ha ! Gre . You may go to the devil's dam : your gifts are so good , Their love is not so great , Hortensio , together , and fast it fairly out : our Farewell : yet , for the love I bear my sweet Bianca , if I can by any means ...
... leave ? Ha ! Gre . You may go to the devil's dam : your gifts are so good , Their love is not so great , Hortensio , together , and fast it fairly out : our Farewell : yet , for the love I bear my sweet Bianca , if I can by any means ...
Strana 17
... leave , To see my friends in Padua ; but , of all , My best beloved and approved friend , Hortensio ; and , I trow , this is his house . Here , sirrah Grumio ! knock , I say . Gru . Knock , Sir ! whom should I knock ? is there any man ...
... leave , To see my friends in Padua ; but , of all , My best beloved and approved friend , Hortensio ; and , I trow , this is his house . Here , sirrah Grumio ! knock , I say . Gru . Knock , Sir ! whom should I knock ? is there any man ...
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Strana 476 - Richard : no man cried , God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home; But dust was thrown upon his sacred head , Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God , for some strong purpose , steel'd The hearts of men , they must perforce have melted , And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Strana 288 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Strana 190 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but indeed Our shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio.
Strana 137 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not, and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Strana 457 - My figur'd goblets for a dish of wood, My sceptre for a palmer's walking-staff, My subjects for a pair of carved saints, And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave : Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects...
Strana 289 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold...