The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, Volume 2Charles Knight, 1851 |
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... Look , Don Pedro is returned to seek you . Re - enter DON PEDRO . D. PEDRO . What secret hath held you here , that you followed not to Leonato's ? • To join in the song . BENE . I would your grace would constrain me to SCENE I. ] 9 MUCH ...
... Look , Don Pedro is returned to seek you . Re - enter DON PEDRO . D. PEDRO . What secret hath held you here , that you followed not to Leonato's ? • To join in the song . BENE . I would your grace would constrain me to SCENE I. ] 9 MUCH ...
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... look pale with love . BENE . With anger , with sickness , or with hunger , my lord ; not with love : prove that ever I lose more blood with love than I will get again with drink- ing , pick out mine eyes with a ballad - maker's pen ...
... look pale with love . BENE . With anger , with sickness , or with hunger , my lord ; not with love : prove that ever I lose more blood with love than I will get again with drink- ing , pick out mine eyes with a ballad - maker's pen ...
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... look for an earthquake too then . D. PEDRO . Well , you will temporize with the hours . In the mean time , good signior Benedick , repair to Leonato's ; commend me to him , and tell him I will not fail him at supper ; for , indeed , he ...
... look for an earthquake too then . D. PEDRO . Well , you will temporize with the hours . In the mean time , good signior Benedick , repair to Leonato's ; commend me to him , and tell him I will not fail him at supper ; for , indeed , he ...
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... Look , here she comes . BENE . Will your grace command me any service to the world's end ? I will go on the slightest errand now to the antipodes , that you can devise to send me on ; I will fetch you a toothpicker now from the farthest ...
... Look , here she comes . BENE . Will your grace command me any service to the world's end ? I will go on the slightest errand now to the antipodes , that you can devise to send me on ; I will fetch you a toothpicker now from the farthest ...
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... look out at her lady's chamber - window . D. JOHN . What life is in that , to be the death of this marriage ? BORA . The poison of that lies in you to temper . Go you to the prince your brother ; spare not to tell him , that he hath ...
... look out at her lady's chamber - window . D. JOHN . What life is in that , to be the death of this marriage ? BORA . The poison of that lies in you to temper . Go you to the prince your brother ; spare not to tell him , that he hath ...
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Page 580 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Page 284 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Page 554 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Page 424 - Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears.
Page 285 - My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0 prepare it ; My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover never flnd my grave, To weep there.