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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Strona 12
... Signior Baptista , will you be so strange ? Sorry am I , that our good will effects Bianca's grief . Gre . Why , will you mew her up , Signior Baptista , for this fiend of hell , And make her bear the penance of her tongue ? Bap ...
... Signior Baptista , will you be so strange ? Sorry am I , that our good will effects Bianca's grief . Gre . Why , will you mew her up , Signior Baptista , for this fiend of hell , And make her bear the penance of her tongue ? Bap ...
Strona 13
... signior Gremio : but a word , I pray . Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brook'd parle , know now upon advice , it toucheth us both , that we may yet again have access to our fair mistress , and be happy rivals in Bianca's love ...
... signior Gremio : but a word , I pray . Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brook'd parle , know now upon advice , it toucheth us both , that we may yet again have access to our fair mistress , and be happy rivals in Bianca's love ...
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... good friend Petruchio ! - ― How do you all at Verona ? Pet . Signior Hortensio , come you to part the fray ? Con tutto il core ben trovato , may I say . Hor . Alla nostra casa ben venuto , molto honorato II . 17 TAMING OF THE SHREW . 17.
... good friend Petruchio ! - ― How do you all at Verona ? Pet . Signior Hortensio , come you to part the fray ? Con tutto il core ben trovato , may I say . Hor . Alla nostra casa ben venuto , molto honorato II . 17 TAMING OF THE SHREW . 17.
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... signior mio Petruchio . Rise , Grumio , rise : we will compound this quarrel . - Gru . Nay , ' t is no matter , Sir , what he ' leges in Latin . If this be not a lawful cause for me to leave his service , look you , Sir , he bid me ...
... signior mio Petruchio . Rise , Grumio , rise : we will compound this quarrel . - Gru . Nay , ' t is no matter , Sir , what he ' leges in Latin . If this be not a lawful cause for me to leave his service , look you , Sir , he bid me ...
Strona 19
... Signior Hortensio , ' twixt such friends as we Few words suffice ; and therefore if thou know One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife , ( As wealth is burthen of my wooing dance ) Be she as foul as was Florentius ' love , As old as Sybil ...
... Signior Hortensio , ' twixt such friends as we Few words suffice ; and therefore if thou know One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife , ( As wealth is burthen of my wooing dance ) Be she as foul as was Florentius ' love , As old as Sybil ...
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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...