The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, Tom 2Tauchnitz, 1843 |
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... doth he breathe ? 2 Hun . He breathes , my lord . Were he not warm'd with ale , This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly . Lord . O , monstrous beast ! how like a swine he lies . Grim death , how foul and loathsome is thine image ...
... doth he breathe ? 2 Hun . He breathes , my lord . Were he not warm'd with ale , This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly . Lord . O , monstrous beast ! how like a swine he lies . Grim death , how foul and loathsome is thine image ...
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... doth limp ? O , slanderous world ! Kate , like the hazel - twig , Is straight , and slender ; and as brown in hue As hazel nuts , and sweeter than the kernels . O ! let me see thee walk : thou dost not halt . Kath . Go , fool , and whom ...
... doth limp ? O , slanderous world ! Kate , like the hazel - twig , Is straight , and slender ; and as brown in hue As hazel nuts , and sweeter than the kernels . O ! let me see thee walk : thou dost not halt . Kath . Go , fool , and whom ...
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... doth make me like thee well , Thou must be married to no man but me : For I am he , am born to tame you , Kate , And bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate Conformable , as other household Kates . Here comes your father : never make ...
... doth make me like thee well , Thou must be married to no man but me : For I am he , am born to tame you , Kate , And bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate Conformable , as other household Kates . Here comes your father : never make ...
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... doth freeze . But thine doth fry . Gre . Skipper , stand back : ' t is age , that nourisheth . Tra . But youth , in ladies ' eyes that flourisheth . Bap . Content you , gentlemen ; I'll compound this strife : ' Tis deeds , must win the ...
... doth freeze . But thine doth fry . Gre . Skipper , stand back : ' t is age , that nourisheth . Tra . But youth , in ladies ' eyes that flourisheth . Bap . Content you , gentlemen ; I'll compound this strife : ' Tis deeds , must win the ...
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... doth court my love : Pedascule , I'll watch you better yet . Bian . In time I may believe , yet I mistrust . Luc . Mistrust it not ; for , sure , Was Ajax , call'd so from his grandfather . acides Bian . I must believe my master ; else ...
... doth court my love : Pedascule , I'll watch you better yet . Bian . In time I may believe , yet I mistrust . Luc . Mistrust it not ; for , sure , Was Ajax , call'd so from his grandfather . acides Bian . I must believe my master ; else ...
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Strona 476 - Richard : no man cried , God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home; But dust was thrown upon his sacred head , Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God , for some strong purpose , steel'd The hearts of men , they must perforce have melted , And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Strona 288 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Strona 190 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but indeed Our shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio.
Strona 137 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not, and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Strona 457 - My figur'd goblets for a dish of wood, My sceptre for a palmer's walking-staff, My subjects for a pair of carved saints, And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave : Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects...
Strona 289 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold...