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Strona 13
... fool . VAL . So , by your circumstance , I fear , you'll prove . PRO . ' T is love you cavil at ; I am not love . VAL . Love is your master , for he masters you : And he that is so yoked by a fool , Methinks should not be chronicled for ...
... fool . VAL . So , by your circumstance , I fear , you'll prove . PRO . ' T is love you cavil at ; I am not love . VAL . Love is your master , for he masters you : And he that is so yoked by a fool , Methinks should not be chronicled for ...
Strona 13
... fool is she , that knows I am a maid , And would not force the letter to my view ! Since maids , in modesty , say No to that Which they would have the profferer construe Ay . Fie , fie ! how wayward is this foolish love , That , like a ...
... fool is she , that knows I am a maid , And would not force the letter to my view ! Since maids , in modesty , say No to that Which they would have the profferer construe Ay . Fie , fie ! how wayward is this foolish love , That , like a ...
Strona 16
... fool , I meant not thee , I meant thy master . SPEED . I tell thee , my master is become a hot lover . LAUN . Why , I tell thee , I care not though he burn himself in love . If thou wilt , go with me to genuine compound Archaism , used ...
... fool , I meant not thee , I meant thy master . SPEED . I tell thee , my master is become a hot lover . LAUN . Why , I tell thee , I care not though he burn himself in love . If thou wilt , go with me to genuine compound Archaism , used ...
Strona 23
... fool , look you ; and yet I have the wit to think my master is a kind of a knave : but that's all one , if he be but one knave . He lives not now that knows me to be in love : yet I am in love ; but a team of horse shall not pluck that ...
... fool , look you ; and yet I have the wit to think my master is a kind of a knave : but that's all one , if he be but one knave . He lives not now that knows me to be in love : yet I am in love ; but a team of horse shall not pluck that ...
Strona 33
... fool ! why do I pity him That with his very heart despiseth me ? Because he loves her , he despiseth me ; Because I love him , I must pity him . This ring I gave him , when he parted from me , b To leave her token : ] The o ' copy has ...
... fool ! why do I pity him That with his very heart despiseth me ? Because he loves her , he despiseth me ; Because I love him , I must pity him . This ring I gave him , when he parted from me , b To leave her token : ] The o ' copy has ...
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Strona 471 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Strona 374 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. 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...
Strona 310 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Strona 168 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Strona 3 - I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, "Would he had blotted a thousand," which they thought a malevolent speech.