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 ; and sent , I think , from Proteus : He would have given it you , but I , being in the way , Did in your name receive it ; pardon the fault , I pray . Jul . Now , by my modesty , a goodly broker ! Dare you presume to harbour ...
... page ; and sent , I think , from Proteus : He would have given it you , but I , being in the way , Did in your name receive it ; pardon the fault , I pray . Jul . Now , by my modesty , a goodly broker ! Dare you presume to harbour ...
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... page . Luc . Why then your ladyship must cut your hair . Jul . No , girl ; I'll knit it up in silken strings , With twenty odd - conceited true - love knots : To be fantastic , may become a youth Of greater time than I shall shew to be ...
... page . Luc . Why then your ladyship must cut your hair . Jul . No , girl ; I'll knit it up in silken strings , With twenty odd - conceited true - love knots : To be fantastic , may become a youth Of greater time than I shall shew to be ...
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... page , my lord ? Duke . I think the boy hath grace in him ; he blushes . Val . I warrant you , my lord ; more grace than boy . Duke . What mean you by that saying ? Val . Please you , I'll tell you as we pass along , That you will ...
... page , my lord ? Duke . I think the boy hath grace in him ; he blushes . Val . I warrant you , my lord ; more grace than boy . Duke . What mean you by that saying ? Val . Please you , I'll tell you as we pass along , That you will ...
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... PAGE , Windsor . WILLIAM PAGE , a boy , son to Mr. Page . Sir HUGH EVANS , a Welch parson . Dr. CAIUS , a French physician . Host of the Garter Inn . BARDOLPH , PISTOL , NYM , followers of Falstaff . ROBIN , page to Falstaff . SIMPLE ...
... PAGE , Windsor . WILLIAM PAGE , a boy , son to Mr. Page . Sir HUGH EVANS , a Welch parson . Dr. CAIUS , a French physician . Host of the Garter Inn . BARDOLPH , PISTOL , NYM , followers of Falstaff . ROBIN , page to Falstaff . SIMPLE ...
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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.