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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... thing , and so dance out the answer . For hear me , Hero ; wooing , wedding , and repenting , is as a Scotch jig , a measure , and a cinque - pace : the first suit is hot and hasty , like a Scotch jig , and full as fantastical ; the ...
... thing , and so dance out the answer . For hear me , Hero ; wooing , wedding , and repenting , is as a Scotch jig , a measure , and a cinque - pace : the first suit is hot and hasty , like a Scotch jig , and full as fantastical ; the ...
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... thing . Beut . Nay , if they lead to any ill , I will leave them at the next turning . [ Dance . Then exeunt all but Don John , Borachio , and Claudio . • Incredible . ↑ Accosted , D. John . Sure , my brother is amorous on Scene I. 19 ...
... thing . Beut . Nay , if they lead to any ill , I will leave them at the next turning . [ Dance . Then exeunt all but Don John , Borachio , and Claudio . • Incredible . ↑ Accosted , D. John . Sure , my brother is amorous on Scene I. 19 ...
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... things , Save in the office and affairs of love : Therefore , all hearts in love use their own tongues ; Let every eye negotiate for itself , And trust no agent : for beauty is a witch , Against whose charms faith melteth into bloodt ...
... things , Save in the office and affairs of love : Therefore , all hearts in love use their own tongues ; Let every eye negotiate for itself , And trust no agent : for beauty is a witch , Against whose charms faith melteth into bloodt ...
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... things I told you of ? 1 Beat . I cry you mercy , uncle . - By your grace's pardon . [ Exit Beatrice . D. Pedro . By my troth , a pleasant - spirited ladyǝ Leon . There's little of the melancholy element in her , my lord : she is never ...
... things I told you of ? 1 Beat . I cry you mercy , uncle . - By your grace's pardon . [ Exit Beatrice . D. Pedro . By my troth , a pleasant - spirited ladyǝ Leon . There's little of the melancholy element in her , my lord : she is never ...
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... thing . Bora . Go then , find me a meet hour to draw Don Pedro and the count Claudio , alone : tell them , that you know that Iero loves me ; intend * a kind of zeal both to the prince and Claudio , as - in love of your brother's honour ...
... thing . Bora . Go then , find me a meet hour to draw Don Pedro and the count Claudio , alone : tell them , that you know that Iero loves me ; intend * a kind of zeal both to the prince and Claudio , as - in love of your brother's honour ...
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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...