The Works of William Shakspeare, Zväzok 2C.S. Francis, 1852 |
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Strana 4
... marry , in blowing him down again , with the breach your- selves made , you lose your city . It is not politic in the common- wealth of nature , to preserve virginity . Loss of virginity is rational increase ; and there was never virgin ...
... marry , in blowing him down again , with the breach your- selves made , you lose your city . It is not politic in the common- wealth of nature , to preserve virginity . Loss of virginity is rational increase ; and there was never virgin ...
Strana 8
... marry . Clo . My poor body , Madam , requires it : I am driven on by the flesh ; and he must needs go , that the devil drives . Count . Is this all your worship's reason ? Clo . Faith , Madam , I have other holy reasons , such as they ...
... marry . Clo . My poor body , Madam , requires it : I am driven on by the flesh ; and he must needs go , that the devil drives . Count . Is this all your worship's reason ? Clo . Faith , Madam , I have other holy reasons , such as they ...
Strana 18
... Marry , that's a bountiful answer , that fits all questions . Clo . It is like a barber's chair , that fits all buttocks ; the pin - buttock , the quatch - buttock , the brawn - buttock , or any buttock . Count . Will your answer serve ...
... Marry , that's a bountiful answer , that fits all questions . Clo . It is like a barber's chair , that fits all buttocks ; the pin - buttock , the quatch - buttock , the brawn - buttock , or any buttock . Count . Will your answer serve ...
Strana 20
... marry ! to each , butt one . Laf . I'd give bay Curtal , and his furniture , My mouth no more were broken ‡ than these boys , And writ as little beard . King . Peruse them well : Not one of those , but had a noble father . Hel ...
... marry ! to each , butt one . Laf . I'd give bay Curtal , and his furniture , My mouth no more were broken ‡ than these boys , And writ as little beard . King . Peruse them well : Not one of those , but had a noble father . Hel ...
Strana 21
... marry her . King . Thou know'st she has raised me from my sickly bed . Ber . But follows it , my lord , to bring me down Must answer for your raising ? I know her well ; She had her breeding at my father's charge : A poor physician's ...
... marry her . King . Thou know'st she has raised me from my sickly bed . Ber . But follows it , my lord , to bring me down Must answer for your raising ? I know her well ; She had her breeding at my father's charge : A poor physician's ...
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Strana 387 - 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 240 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon,* gouts of blood, Which was not so before. — There's no such thing ; It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes. — Now o'er the one...
Strana 242 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.
Strana 159 - 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 oxlips and The...
Strana 237 - To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek...