Works: Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure. Comedy of errors. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lost. A midsummer-night's dream. The merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night, or What you will. Winter's tale. King JohnG. Routledge, 1889 |
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Page 293
... BIRON , DUMAIN , Lords , attending on the LONGAVILLE , MOTH , page to Armado . A Forester . King . PRINCESS OF FRANCE . BOYET , MERCADE , Lords , attending on the Princess of France . DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO , a fantastical Spaniard . Sir ...
... BIRON , DUMAIN , Lords , attending on the LONGAVILLE , MOTH , page to Armado . A Forester . King . PRINCESS OF FRANCE . BOYET , MERCADE , Lords , attending on the Princess of France . DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO , a fantastical Spaniard . Sir ...
Page 294
... Biron . Let me say no , my liege , an if you please ; I only swore , to study with your grace , And stay here in your court for three years ' space . Long . You swore to that , Biron , and to the rest . Biron . By yea and nay , sir ...
... Biron . Let me say no , my liege , an if you please ; I only swore , to study with your grace , And stay here in your court for three years ' space . Long . You swore to that , Biron , and to the rest . Biron . By yea and nay , sir ...
Page 295
... Biron . Biron . Dum . In reason nothing . Biron . Fit in his place and time . Something then in rhyme . King . Biron is like an envious sneaping frost , That bites the first - born infants of the spring . Biron . Well say I am ; why ...
... Biron . Biron . Dum . In reason nothing . Biron . Fit in his place and time . Something then in rhyme . King . Biron is like an envious sneaping frost , That bites the first - born infants of the spring . Biron . Well say I am ; why ...
Page 296
... Biron . Let's see the penalty . -On pain of losing her tongue.— Who devis'd this penalty ? Long . Marry , that did I. Biron . Sweet lord , and why ? [ Reads . ] Long . To fright them hence with that dread penalty . Biron . A dangerous ...
... Biron . Let's see the penalty . -On pain of losing her tongue.— Who devis'd this penalty ? Long . Marry , that did I. Biron . Sweet lord , and why ? [ Reads . ] Long . To fright them hence with that dread penalty . Biron . A dangerous ...
Page 297
... Biron . Armado is a most illustrious wight , A man of fire - new words , fashion's own knight . Long . Costard , the ... Biron . This , fellow ; What would'st ? Dull . I myself reprehend his own person , for I am his grace's tharborough ...
... Biron . Armado is a most illustrious wight , A man of fire - new words , fashion's own knight . Long . Costard , the ... Biron . This , fellow ; What would'st ? Dull . I myself reprehend his own person , for I am his grace's tharborough ...
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Page 793 - O, let us pay the time but needful woe, Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. — 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.
Page 464 - 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 not 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.