The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Zväzok 5R. Crowder, 1772 |
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Strana 10
... dear love , They fay , the hath abjured the fight And company of men . Vio . O , that I ferved that Lady , And might not be delivered to the world , ' Till I had made mine own occafion mellow What my eftate is ! Cap . That were hard to ...
... dear love , They fay , the hath abjured the fight And company of men . Vio . O , that I ferved that Lady , And might not be delivered to the world , ' Till I had made mine own occafion mellow What my eftate is ! Cap . That were hard to ...
Strana 14
... dear Knight ? Sir And . What is Pourquoy ? do , or not do ? I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues that I have in fencing , dancing , and bear - baiting . ( 2 ) O , had I but followed the arts ! Sir To . Then hadft thou had an ...
... dear Knight ? Sir And . What is Pourquoy ? do , or not do ? I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues that I have in fencing , dancing , and bear - baiting . ( 2 ) O , had I but followed the arts ! Sir To . Then hadft thou had an ...
Strana 17
... dear faith ; It fhall become thee well to act my woes ; She will attend it better in thy youth , Than in a nuncio of more grave aspect . V10 . I think not fo , my Lord . Duke . Dear lad , believe it : For they fhall yet belie thy happy ...
... dear faith ; It fhall become thee well to act my woes ; She will attend it better in thy youth , Than in a nuncio of more grave aspect . V10 . I think not fo , my Lord . Duke . Dear lad , believe it : For they fhall yet belie thy happy ...
Strana 35
... dear heart , fince I must needs " be gone . " Mal . Nay , good Sir Toby . Clo . " His eyes do fhew , his days are almoft done . " Mal . Is't even fo ? Sir To . But I will never die ? Clo . Sir Toby , there you lie . Mal . This is much ...
... dear heart , fince I must needs " be gone . " Mal . Nay , good Sir Toby . Clo . " His eyes do fhew , his days are almoft done . " Mal . Is't even fo ? Sir To . But I will never die ? Clo . Sir Toby , there you lie . Mal . This is much ...
Strana 36
... dear knight . Sir And . I have no exquifite reafon for't , but I have reafon good enough . Mar. The devil a puritan that he is , or any thing conftantly but a time - pleafer ; an affectioned afs , that cons ftate without book , and ...
... dear knight . Sir And . I have no exquifite reafon for't , but I have reafon good enough . Mar. The devil a puritan that he is , or any thing conftantly but a time - pleafer ; an affectioned afs , that cons ftate without book , and ...
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Strana 7 - 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.
Strana 26 - Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house ; Write loyal cantons of contemned love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night ; Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia ! O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me.
Strana 287 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Strana 143 - And with presented nakedness out-face The winds and persecutions of the sky. The country gives me proof and precedent Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices, Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary ; And with this horrible object, from low farms, Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes, and mills, Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers, Enforce their charity.
Strana 328 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Strana 115 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...
Strana 161 - Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.