The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Tom 2Dove, 1830 |
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... , that has no more brain than a stone . Look you now , he's out of his guard already ; unless you laugh and minister occasion to him , he is gagged . I protest , I take these wise men , that crow so at these 14 TWELFTH - NIGHT .
... , that has no more brain than a stone . Look you now , he's out of his guard already ; unless you laugh and minister occasion to him , he is gagged . I protest , I take these wise men , that crow so at these 14 TWELFTH - NIGHT .
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... look after him . Clo . He is but mad yet , madonna ; and the fool shall look to the madman . [ Exit Clown . Re - enter MALVOLIO . Mal . Madam , yond young fellow swears he will speak with you . I told him you were sick ; he takes on him ...
... look after him . Clo . He is but mad yet , madonna ; and the fool shall look to the madman . [ Exit Clown . Re - enter MALVOLIO . Mal . Madam , yond young fellow swears he will speak with you . I told him you were sick ; he takes on him ...
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... Look you , sir , such a one as I was this presents ; Is't not well done ? [ Unveiling . Vio . Excellently done , if God did all . Oli . ' Tis in grain , sir ; ' twill endure wind and weather . Vio . ' Tis beauty truly blent , whose red ...
... Look you , sir , such a one as I was this presents ; Is't not well done ? [ Unveiling . Vio . Excellently done , if God did all . Oli . ' Tis in grain , sir ; ' twill endure wind and weather . Vio . ' Tis beauty truly blent , whose red ...
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... look on him , love him ; and on that vice in him will my revenge find notable cause to work . Sir To . What wilt thou do ? Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of love ; wherein , by the colour of his beard , the shape of ...
... look on him , love him ; and on that vice in him will my revenge find notable cause to work . Sir To . What wilt thou do ? Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of love ; wherein , by the colour of his beard , the shape of ...
Strona 35
... look , how imagi- nation blows him . in Mal . Having been three months married to her , sitting my state , Sir To . O , for a stone - bow , to hit him in the eye ! Mal . Calling my officers about me , in my branched velvet gown , having ...
... look , how imagi- nation blows him . in Mal . Having been three months married to her , sitting my state , Sir To . O , for a stone - bow , to hit him in the eye ! Mal . Calling my officers about me , in my branched velvet gown , having ...
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Strona 265 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres. To hear the sea-maid's music.
Strona 82 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues ; nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use.
Strona 3 - 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 sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Strona 260 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Strona 31 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, 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 strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Strona 25 - 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.
Strona 402 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo : O word of fear, Uupleasing to a married ear!
Strona 303 - The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation, and a name.
Strona 335 - Biron they call him : but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest, Which his fair tongue — conceit's expositor — Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Strona 102 - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, ^~ Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace As mercy does.