The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, Volume 2Charles Knight, 1851 |
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Page 62
... sing it to her bones ; sing it to - night : - To - morrow morning come you to my house ; And since you could not be my son - in - law , Be yet my nephew : my brother hath a daughter , Almost the copy child that ' s dead , And she alone ...
... sing it to her bones ; sing it to - night : - To - morrow morning come you to my house ; And since you could not be my son - in - law , Be yet my nephew : my brother hath a daughter , Almost the copy child that ' s dead , And she alone ...
Page 63
... Singing . I mean in singing ; but in loving , -Leander the good swimmer , Troilus the first employer of panders , and a whole book full of these quondam carpet- mongers , whose names yet run smoothly in the even road of a blank verse ...
... Singing . I mean in singing ; but in loving , -Leander the good swimmer , Troilus the first employer of panders , and a whole book full of these quondam carpet- mongers , whose names yet run smoothly in the even road of a blank verse ...
Page 65
... sing your solemn hymn . SONG . " Pardon , Goddess of the night , Those that slew thy virgin knight ; For the which , with songs of woe , Round about her tomb they go . Midnight , assist our moan ; Help us to sigh and groan , Heavily ...
... sing your solemn hymn . SONG . " Pardon , Goddess of the night , Those that slew thy virgin knight ; For the which , with songs of woe , Round about her tomb they go . Midnight , assist our moan ; Help us to sigh and groan , Heavily ...
Page 92
... Sings . Enter Doctor CAIUS . CAIUS . Vat is you sing ? I do not like dese toys ; Pray you , go and vetch me in my closet un boitier verd ; a box , a green - a box ; Do intend vat I speak ? a green - a box . QUICK . Ay , forsooth , I'll ...
... Sings . Enter Doctor CAIUS . CAIUS . Vat is you sing ? I do not like dese toys ; Pray you , go and vetch me in my closet un boitier verd ; a box , a green - a box ; Do intend vat I speak ? a green - a box . QUICK . Ay , forsooth , I'll ...
Page 98
... sing.- Away , sir corporal Nym.- Believe it , Page ; he speaks sensea . FORD . I will be patient ; I will find out this . [ Exit PISTOL . NYM . And this is true [ to PAGE ] ; I like not the humour of lying . He hath wronged me in some ...
... sing.- Away , sir corporal Nym.- Believe it , Page ; he speaks sensea . FORD . I will be patient ; I will find out this . [ Exit PISTOL . NYM . And this is true [ to PAGE ] ; I like not the humour of lying . He hath wronged me in some ...
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Page 580 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Page 284 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Page 554 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Page 424 - Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears.
Page 285 - My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0 prepare it ; My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover never flnd my grave, To weep there.