The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 2Chapman and Hall, 1866 |
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... comes this night to Mes- I find here that Don PETER hath bestowed much honour on a young Florentine called Claudio . sina Mess . Much deserved on his part , and equally remembered by Don PEDRO , " & c . CONTENTS OF VOL . II . THE COMEDY ...
... comes this night to Mes- I find here that Don PETER hath bestowed much honour on a young Florentine called Claudio . sina Mess . Much deserved on his part , and equally remembered by Don PEDRO , " & c . CONTENTS OF VOL . II . THE COMEDY ...
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... comes the almanac of my true date . Enter DROMIO of Ephesus . What now ? how chance thou art return'd so soon ? Dro ... come not home ; You come not home , because you have no stomach ; You have no stomach , having broke your fast ; But ...
... comes the almanac of my true date . Enter DROMIO of Ephesus . What now ? how chance thou art return'd so soon ? Dro ... come not home ; You come not home , because you have no stomach ; You have no stomach , having broke your fast ; But ...
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... come to you in post ; If I return , I shall be post indeed , For she will score your fault upon my pate . Methinks your maw , like mine , should be your clock , ( 18 ) And strike you home without a messenger . Ant . S. Come , Dromio , come ...
... come to you in post ; If I return , I shall be post indeed , For she will score your fault upon my pate . Methinks your maw , like mine , should be your clock , ( 18 ) And strike you home without a messenger . Ant . S. Come , Dromio , come ...
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... come home again , I would forbear . Adr . Patience unmov'd , no marvel though she They can be meek that have no other ... comes your man ; now is husband nigh . your Enter DROMIO of Ephesus . Adr . Say , is your tardy master now at hand ...
... come home again , I would forbear . Adr . Patience unmov'd , no marvel though she They can be meek that have no other ... comes your man ; now is husband nigh . your Enter DROMIO of Ephesus . Adr . Say , is your tardy master now at hand ...
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... comes . Enter DROMIO of Syracuse . How now , sir ! is your merry humour alter'd ? As you love strokes , so jest with me again . You know no Centaur ? you receiv'd no gold ? Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner ? My house was at ...
... comes . Enter DROMIO of Syracuse . How now , sir ! is your merry humour alter'd ? As you love strokes , so jest with me again . You know no Centaur ? you receiv'd no gold ? Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner ? My house was at ...
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Page 410 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Page 236 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit ; Tu-who...
Page 278 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 236 - A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl: Tu-who; Tu-whit, To-who'- A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 399 - Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway ; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Page 354 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more, for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
Page 312 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Page 378 - I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? 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 278 - That very time I saw, (but thou couldst not,) Flying between the cold -moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon ; And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Page 282 - CHORUS. Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.