The Complete Works of Shakspeare, Revised from the Best Authorities : with a Memoir, and Essay on His Genius, Volume 2Jewett, 1857 |
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... Leon . How now , brother ? Where is my cousin , your son ? Hath he provided this music ? Ant . He is very busy about it . But , brother , I can tell you strange news that you yet dreamed not of . Leon . Are they good ? Ant . As the ...
... Leon . How now , brother ? Where is my cousin , your son ? Hath he provided this music ? Ant . He is very busy about it . But , brother , I can tell you strange news that you yet dreamed not of . Leon . Are they good ? Ant . As the ...
Page 216
... Leon . Was not Count John here at supper ? Ant . I saw him not . Beat . How tartly that gentleman looks ! I never can see him , but I am heartburned an hour after . Hero . He is of a very melancholy disposition . Beat . He were an ...
... Leon . Was not Count John here at supper ? Ant . I saw him not . Beat . How tartly that gentleman looks ! I never can see him , but I am heartburned an hour after . Hero . He is of a very melancholy disposition . Beat . He were an ...
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... Leon . Well , niece , I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband . Beat . Not till God make men of some other metal than earth . Would it not grieve a woman to be over - mastered with a piece of valiant dust ? to make an account of ...
... Leon . Well , niece , I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband . Beat . Not till God make men of some other metal than earth . Would it not grieve a woman to be over - mastered with a piece of valiant dust ? to make an account of ...
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... Leon . Count , take of me my daughter , and with her my fortunes ; his grace hath made the match , and all grace say Amen to it ! Beat . Speak , Count , ' t is your cue . Claud . Silence is the perfectest herald of joy : I were but ...
... Leon . Count , take of me my daughter , and with her my fortunes ; his grace hath made the match , and all grace say Amen to it ! Beat . Speak , Count , ' t is your cue . Claud . Silence is the perfectest herald of joy : I were but ...
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... Leon . My lord , I am for you , though it cost me ten nights ' watchings . Claud . And I , my lord . D. Pedro . And you , too , gentle Hero ? Hero . I will do any modest office , my lord , to help my cousin to a good husband . D. Pedro ...
... Leon . My lord , I am for you , though it cost me ten nights ' watchings . Claud . And I , my lord . D. Pedro . And you , too , gentle Hero ? Hero . I will do any modest office , my lord , to help my cousin to a good husband . D. Pedro ...
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Page 362 - Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved 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 60 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.