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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... Young scamels from the rock : Wilt thou go with me ? Ste . I prithee now , lead the way , without any more talking.- Trinculo , the king and all our company else being drowned , we will inherit here . - Here ; bear my bottle . Fellow ...
... Young scamels from the rock : Wilt thou go with me ? Ste . I prithee now , lead the way , without any more talking.- Trinculo , the king and all our company else being drowned , we will inherit here . - Here ; bear my bottle . Fellow ...
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... Young Ferdinand , ( whom they suppose is drown'd , ) And his and my loved darling . [ Exit PROSPERO from above . Gon . I ' the name of something holy , sir , why stand you In this strange stare ? Alon . O , it is monstrous ! monstrous ...
... Young Ferdinand , ( whom they suppose is drown'd , ) And his and my loved darling . [ Exit PROSPERO from above . Gon . I ' the name of something holy , sir , why stand you In this strange stare ? Alon . O , it is monstrous ! monstrous ...
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... young couple Some vanity of mine art ; it is my promise , And they expect it from me . Ari . Pro . Ay , with a twink . Presently ? Ari . Before you can say , Come , and Go , And breathe twice ; and cry , So , so ; Each one , tripping on ...
... young couple Some vanity of mine art ; it is my promise , And they expect it from me . Ari . Pro . Ay , with a twink . Presently ? Ari . Before you can say , Come , and Go , And breathe twice ; and cry , So , so ; Each one , tripping on ...
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... That's on some shallow story of deep love , How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont . Pro . That's a deep story of a deeper love ; For he was more than over boots in love . Val . ' Tis true ; for you are over TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.
... That's on some shallow story of deep love , How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont . Pro . That's a deep story of a deeper love ; For he was more than over boots in love . Val . ' Tis true ; for you are over TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.
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... young wench that had buried her grandam ; to fast , like one that takes diet ; to watch , like one that fears rob- bing ; to speak puling , like a beggar at Hallowmas . You were wont , when you laughed , to crow like a cock ; when you ...
... young wench that had buried her grandam ; to fast , like one that takes diet ; to watch , like one that fears rob- bing ; to speak puling , like a beggar at Hallowmas . You were wont , when you laughed , to crow like a cock ; when you ...
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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.