The Works of William Shakespeare: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night. The winter's taleWhittaker & Company, 1842 |
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... death . Touch . Holla , you clown ! Ros . Cor . Who calls ? Peace , fool : he's not thy kinsman . Touch . Your betters , sir . Cor . Else are they very wretched . Ros . Good even to you , friend1 . Peace , I say.- Cor . And to you ...
... death . Touch . Holla , you clown ! Ros . Cor . Who calls ? Peace , fool : he's not thy kinsman . Touch . Your betters , sir . Cor . Else are they very wretched . Ros . Good even to you , friend1 . Peace , I say.- Cor . And to you ...
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... death than thy powers . For my sake be comfortable ; hold death awhile at the arm's 7 Ducdame , ] Sir Thomas Hanmer altered " Ducdame " to Duc ad me , which is probably right ; but duc ad me being harsh , when sung to the same notes as ...
... death than thy powers . For my sake be comfortable ; hold death awhile at the arm's 7 Ducdame , ] Sir Thomas Hanmer altered " Ducdame " to Duc ad me , which is probably right ; but duc ad me being harsh , when sung to the same notes as ...
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... death makes hard , Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck , But first begs pardon : will you sterner be Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops1o ? Enter ROSALIND , CELIA , and CORIN , behind . Phe . I would not be thy executioner ...
... death makes hard , Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck , But first begs pardon : will you sterner be Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops1o ? Enter ROSALIND , CELIA , and CORIN , behind . Phe . I would not be thy executioner ...
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... death ! — Two o'clock is your hour ? Orl . Ay , sweet Rosalind . Ros . By my troth , and in good earnest , and so God . 3 " Wit , whither wilt ? " ] A proverbial exclamation , found in many authors of the time . In Act i . sc . 2 , of ...
... death ! — Two o'clock is your hour ? Orl . Ay , sweet Rosalind . Ros . By my troth , and in good earnest , and so God . 3 " Wit , whither wilt ? " ] A proverbial exclamation , found in many authors of the time . In Act i . sc . 2 , of ...
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... death , thy liberty into bondage . I will deal in poison with thee , or in bastinado , or in steel : I will bandy with thee in faction ; I will o'er- run thee with policy ' ; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways : therefore tremble ...
... death , thy liberty into bondage . I will deal in poison with thee , or in bastinado , or in steel : I will bandy with thee in faction ; I will o'er- run thee with policy ' ; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways : therefore tremble ...
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Antigonus Baptista Bertram better Bianca Bion BIONDELLO brother Camillo Clown Count daughter doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fool Forest of Arden Gent gentleman George Buc give Gremio hath hear heart heaven Hermione honour Hortensio Illyria Kate Kath KATHARINA king knave lady Leon Leontes look lord Love's Labour's Lost Lucentio madam maid Malone Malvolio marry master means mistress modern editors never night old copies Olivia Orlando Padua Pandosto Parolles Petruchio Phebe play Polixenes pr'ythee pray printed Rosalind Rousillon SCENE second folio servant Shakespeare Shep Shrew Sicilia signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby speak Steevens swear sweet tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Tranio Viola wife Winter's Tale word
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Стр. 27 - The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Стр. 45 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh,...
Стр. 325 - IF music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it ; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ; — it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Стр. 44 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Стр. 488 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...
Стр. 354 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Стр. 199 - What is she, but a foul contending rebel, And graceless traitor to her loving lord ? — I am asham'd, that women are so simple To offer war, where they should kneel for peace ; Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.