Measure for measure. Much ado about nothing. Midsummer-night's dream. Love's labour's lostCharles Whittingham, 1826 |
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Strana 16
... beats the nurse , and quite athwart Goes all decorum . Fri. It rested in your grace To unloose this tied - up justice , when you pleas'd : And it in you more dreadful would have seem'd , Than in Lord Angelo . Duke . I do fear , too ...
... beats the nurse , and quite athwart Goes all decorum . Fri. It rested in your grace To unloose this tied - up justice , when you pleas'd : And it in you more dreadful would have seem'd , Than in Lord Angelo . Duke . I do fear , too ...
Strana 29
... beat you to your tent , and prove a shrewd Cæsar to you ; in plain dealing , Pompey , I shall have you whipt : so for this time , Pompey , fare you well . Clo . I thank your worship for your good counsel : but I shall follow it as the ...
... beat you to your tent , and prove a shrewd Cæsar to you ; in plain dealing , Pompey , I shall have you whipt : so for this time , Pompey , fare you well . Clo . I thank your worship for your good counsel : but I shall follow it as the ...
Strana 41
... beats for vain . O place ! O form ! How often dost thou with thy case 3 , thy habit , Wrench awe from fools , and tie the wiser souls To thy false seeming * ? Blood , thou still art blood ! Let's write good angel on the devil's horn ...
... beats for vain . O place ! O form ! How often dost thou with thy case 3 , thy habit , Wrench awe from fools , and tie the wiser souls To thy false seeming * ? Blood , thou still art blood ! Let's write good angel on the devil's horn ...
Strana 84
... beat out my brains with billets : I will not consent to die this day , that's certain . Duke . O , sir , you must : and therefore , I beseech you , Look forward on the journey you shall go . Barnar . I swear , I will not die to - day ...
... beat out my brains with billets : I will not consent to die this day , that's certain . Duke . O , sir , you must : and therefore , I beseech you , Look forward on the journey you shall go . Barnar . I swear , I will not die to - day ...
Strana 118
... Beat . I pray you , is signior Montanto returned from the wars , or no ? Mess . I know none of that name , lady ; there was none such in the army of any sort 5 . 7 Leon . What is he that you ask for , niece ? Hero . My cousin means ...
... Beat . I pray you , is signior Montanto returned from the wars , or no ? Mess . I know none of that name , lady ; there was none such in the army of any sort 5 . 7 Leon . What is he that you ask for , niece ? Hero . My cousin means ...
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Armado Barnardine Bawd Beat Beatrice Benedick Biron Bora BORACHIO Boyet brother called Claud Claudio Cost Costard cousin death Demetrius Dogb dost doth Duke Egeus Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father fear fool friar gentle give grace hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Isab ISABELLA Kath King lady Leon Leonato lion look Lord Angelo lovers Lucio Lysander madam maid Marg marry master master constable means MEASURE FOR MEASURE mock moon Moth musick Navarre never night Oberon offence old copies read pardon PHILOSTRATE play Pompey pray prince Prov Provost Puck Pyramus Quin Rosaline SCENE sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's signify signior soul speak Steevens swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thing Thisby thou art Tita Titania to-morrow tongue troth true What's word
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Strana 6 - Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do ; Not light them for themselves : for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Strana 413 - When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall. And milk comes frozen home in pail...
Strana 241 - Thou remember'st Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Strana 70 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Strana 412 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo, then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo, — O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Strana 235 - Swifter than the moon's sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be : In their gold coats spots you see ; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours : I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Strana 168 - ... need of such vanity. You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch; therefore bear you the lantern: This is your charge; You shall comprehend all vagrom men; you are to bid any man stand, in the prince's name.
Strana 284 - I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was; man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was — there is no man can tell what. Methought I was — and methought I had — but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had.
Strana 50 - Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum, For ending thee no sooner. Thou hast nor youth nor age; But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both ; for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms Of palsied eld ; and when thou art old and rich, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this That bears the name of life ? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths ; yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even.
Strana 413 - 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, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.