The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Midsummer night's dream. Love's labour's lost. Merchant of Venice. As you like it. All's well that end's well. Taming of the shrewPhillips, Sampson, 1850 - 38 pages |
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... Boyet , you can produce acquittances , For such a sum , from special officers Of Charles his father . King . Satisfy me so . Boyet . So please your grace , the packet is not come , Where that and other specialties are bound . To ...
... Boyet , you can produce acquittances , For such a sum , from special officers Of Charles his father . King . Satisfy me so . Boyet . So please your grace , the packet is not come , Where that and other specialties are bound . To ...
Page 97
... Boyet . She hath but one for herself ; to desire that , were a shame . Long . Pray you , sir , whose daughter ? Boyet . Her mother's , I have heard . Long . God's blessing on your beard ! Boyet . Good sir , be not offended . She is an ...
... Boyet . She hath but one for herself ; to desire that , were a shame . Long . Pray you , sir , whose daughter ? Boyet . Her mother's , I have heard . Long . God's blessing on your beard ! Boyet . Good sir , be not offended . She is an ...
Page 98
... Boyet . To her will , sir , or so . Biron . You are welcome , sir ; adieu ! Boyet . Farewell to me , sir , and welcome to you . [ Exit BIRON . - Ladies unmask . Mar. That last is Biron , the merry , mad - cap lord ; Not a word with him ...
... Boyet . To her will , sir , or so . Biron . You are welcome , sir ; adieu ! Boyet . Farewell to me , sir , and welcome to you . [ Exit BIRON . - Ladies unmask . Mar. That last is Biron , the merry , mad - cap lord ; Not a word with him ...
Page 99
... Boyet . Do you hear , my mad wenches ? Mar. No. Boyet . What then , do you see ? Ros . Ay , our way to be gone . Boyet . You are too hard for me . [ Exeunt . 1 Although the expression in the text is extremely odd , yet the sense appears ...
... Boyet . Do you hear , my mad wenches ? Mar. No. Boyet . What then , do you see ? Ros . Ay , our way to be gone . Boyet . You are too hard for me . [ Exeunt . 1 Although the expression in the text is extremely odd , yet the sense appears ...
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... BOYET , Lords , Attendants , and a Forester . Prin . Was that the king , that spurred his horse so hard Against the steep uprising of the hill ? Boyet . I know not ; but I think it was not he . Prin . Whoe'er he was , he showed a ...
... BOYET , Lords , Attendants , and a Forester . Prin . Was that the king , that spurred his horse so hard Against the steep uprising of the hill ? Boyet . I know not ; but I think it was not he . Prin . Whoe'er he was , he showed a ...
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Page 20 - 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 291 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances. And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Page 208 - To bait fish withal : if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million ; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies ; and what's his reason ? I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?
Page 57 - I had. 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 181 - BASS. If it please you to dine with us. SHY. Yes, to smell pork; to eat of the habitation which your prophet, the Nazarite, conjured the devil into ! I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following ; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you.
Page 183 - Shylock, we would have moneys ; " you say so, You, that did void your rheum upon my beard, ^ And foot me, as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold ; moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say, " Hath a dog money ? is it possible, A cur can lend three thousand ducats...
Page 177 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Page 334 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring. Between the acres of the rye, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino. These pretty country folks would lie, In spring time, &c.
Page 165 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, 920 Unpleasing to a married ear!
Page 129 - And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs ; O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. 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; Else, none at all in aught proves excellent: Then fools you were, these...