The Works of William Shakespeare: The comedy of errors. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lost. A midsummer-night's dream. The merchant of VeniceChapman and Hall, 1866 |
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Page 171
... MOTH . Arm . Boy , what sign is it when a man of great spirit grows melancholy ? Moth . A great sign , sir , that he will look sad . Arm . Why , sadness is one and the selfsame thing , dear imp . Moth . No , no ; O Lord , sir , no . Arm ...
... MOTH . Arm . Boy , what sign is it when a man of great spirit grows melancholy ? Moth . A great sign , sir , that he will look sad . Arm . Why , sadness is one and the selfsame thing , dear imp . Moth . No , no ; O Lord , sir , no . Arm ...
Page 172
... Moth . You are a gentleman and a gamester , sir . Arm . I confess both : they are both the varnish of a com- plete man . Moth . Then , I am sure , you know how much the gross sum of deuce - ace amounts to . Arm . It doth amount to one ...
... Moth . You are a gentleman and a gamester , sir . Arm . I confess both : they are both the varnish of a com- plete man . Moth . Then , I am sure , you know how much the gross sum of deuce - ace amounts to . Arm . It doth amount to one ...
Page 173
... Moth . It was so , sir ; for she had a green wit . Arm . My love is most immaculate white and red . Moth . Most maculate thoughts , master , are masked under such colours . Arm . Define , define , well - educated infant . Moth . My ...
... Moth . It was so , sir ; for she had a green wit . Arm . My love is most immaculate white and red . Moth . Most maculate thoughts , master , are masked under such colours . Arm . Define , define , well - educated infant . Moth . My ...
Page 174
... Moth . Come , you transgressing slave ; away ! Cost . Let me not be pent up , sir : I will fast , being loose . Moth . No , sir ; that were fast and loose : thou shalt to prison . Cost . Well , if ever I do see the merry days of ...
... Moth . Come , you transgressing slave ; away ! Cost . Let me not be pent up , sir : I will fast , being loose . Moth . No , sir ; that were fast and loose : thou shalt to prison . Cost . Well , if ever I do see the merry days of ...
Page 182
... MOTH . Arm . Warble , child ; make passionate my sense of hearing . Moth . Concolinel- [ Singing . Arm . Sweet air ! -Go , tenderness of years ; take this key , give enlargement to the swain , bring him festinately hither : I must ...
... MOTH . Arm . Warble , child ; make passionate my sense of hearing . Moth . Concolinel- [ Singing . Arm . Sweet air ! -Go , tenderness of years ; take this key , give enlargement to the swain , bring him festinately hither : I must ...
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Page 236 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. 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.
Page 410 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd 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 282 - CHORUS. Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
Page 400 - Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway ; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Page 310 - I had, but man is but a patch'd fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. 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.