The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, Volume 2 |
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... thank you : I am not of many words , but 1 thank you . Leon . Please it your grace lead on ? D. Pedro . Your hand , Leonato ; we will go toge- ther . [ Exeunt all but Benedick and Claudio . Claud . Benedick , didst thou note the ...
... thank you : I am not of many words , but 1 thank you . Leon . Please it your grace lead on ? D. Pedro . Your hand , Leonato ; we will go toge- ther . [ Exeunt all but Benedick and Claudio . Claud . Benedick , didst thou note the ...
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... thank her ; that she brought me up , I likewise give her most humble thanks : but that I will have a recheat B 2 Scene I. ABOUT NOTHING .
... thank her ; that she brought me up , I likewise give her most humble thanks : but that I will have a recheat B 2 Scene I. ABOUT NOTHING .
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William Shakespeare George Steevens. humble thanks : but that I will have a recheat * winded in my forehead , or hang my buglet in an in- visible baldrick ‡ , all women shall pardon me . Be- cause I will not do them the wrong to mistrust ...
William Shakespeare George Steevens. humble thanks : but that I will have a recheat * winded in my forehead , or hang my buglet in an in- visible baldrick ‡ , all women shall pardon me . Be- cause I will not do them the wrong to mistrust ...
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... thank it , poor fool , it keeps on the windy side of care : -My cousin tells him in his ear , that he is in her heart . Claud . And so she doth , cousin . Beat . Good lord , for alliance ! -Thus goes every one to the world but I , and I ...
... thank it , poor fool , it keeps on the windy side of care : -My cousin tells him in his ear , that he is in her heart . Claud . And so she doth , cousin . Beat . Good lord , for alliance ! -Thus goes every one to the world but I , and I ...
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... thank you for your pains . Beat . I took no more pains for those thanks , than you take pains to thank me ; if it had been painful , I would not have come , Bene . You take pleasure in the message ? Beat . Yea , just so much as you may ...
... thank you for your pains . Beat . I took no more pains for those thanks , than you take pains to thank me ; if it had been painful , I would not have come , Bene . You take pleasure in the message ? Beat . Yea , just so much as you may ...
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Page 206 - From women's eyes this doctrine I derive : They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world...
Page 89 - Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Page 316 - Nay, take my life and all ; pardon not that : You take my house, when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house ; you take my life, When you do take the means whereby I live.
Page 139 - I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was; man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream.
Page 367 - And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Page 321 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.
Page 286 - If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Page 368 - And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon...
Page 139 - 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!
Page 240 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...