The Works of William Shakespeare: Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lost. A midsummer-night's dream. The merchant of Venice. As you like itMacmillan, 1863 |
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... . twangman Becket conj . 15. be ] is Pope . 21 , 22. Omitted by Tieck . 21. Bene . ] Leon . Anon . conj . 24. Where ] Which Rowe . 5 10 15 20 Bene . Well , every one can master a grief SCENE 1 ] MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING . 41.
... . twangman Becket conj . 15. be ] is Pope . 21 , 22. Omitted by Tieck . 21. Bene . ] Leon . Anon . conj . 24. Where ] Which Rowe . 5 10 15 20 Bene . Well , every one can master a grief SCENE 1 ] MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING . 41.
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... master a grief but he that has it . Claud . Yet say I , he is in love . D. Pedro . There is no appearance of fancy in him , un- less it be a fancy that he hath to strange disguises ; as , to be a Dutchman to - day , a Frenchman to ...
... master a grief but he that has it . Claud . Yet say I , he is in love . D. Pedro . There is no appearance of fancy in him , un- less it be a fancy that he hath to strange disguises ; as , to be a Dutchman to - day , a Frenchman to ...
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... master constable , - Dog . You have : I knew it would be your answer . Well , for your favour , sir , why , give God thanks , and make no boast of it ; and for your writing and reading , let that ap- pear when there is no need of such ...
... master constable , - Dog . You have : I knew it would be your answer . Well , for your favour , sir , why , give God thanks , and make no boast of it ; and for your writing and reading , let that ap- pear when there is no need of such ...
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... masters , good night : an there be any matter of weight chances , call up me : keep your fellows ' counsels and your own ; and good night . Come , neighbour . Watch . Well , masters , we hear our charge : let us go sit here upon the ...
... masters , good night : an there be any matter of weight chances , call up me : keep your fellows ' counsels and your own ; and good night . Come , neighbour . Watch . Well , masters , we hear our charge : let us go sit here upon the ...
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... masters : yet stand close- Bora . Therefore know I have earned of Don John a thousand ducats . Con . Is it possible that any villany should be so dear ? Bora . Thou shouldst rather ask , if it were possible any villany should be so rich ...
... masters : yet stand close- Bora . Therefore know I have earned of Don John a thousand ducats . Con . Is it possible that any villany should be so dear ? Bora . Thou shouldst rather ask , if it were possible any villany should be so rich ...
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Page 410 - Made to his mistress' eye-brow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, 150 Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth...
Page 410 - With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Page 256 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Page 115 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest, Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor, Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Page 453 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring. Between the acres of the rye, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino. These pretty country folks would lie, In spring time, &c.
Page 394 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 322 - If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? If you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? revenge ; If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me, I will execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Page 360 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Page 361 - By the sweet power of music: therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones and floods; Since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night And his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted.
Page 393 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.