The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Measure for measure. Midsummer-night's dream. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lostC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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... sweet order of her talk ; and doing good , that evil might come thereof , for a time he reprieved her brother : but wicked man , turning his liking into unlawful lust , he set down the spoil of her honour , ransom for her brother's life ...
... sweet order of her talk ; and doing good , that evil might come thereof , for a time he reprieved her brother : but wicked man , turning his liking into unlawful lust , he set down the spoil of her honour , ransom for her brother's life ...
Strona 43
... sweet uncleanness , As she that he hath stain'd ? " Isab . Sir , believe this , I had rather give my body than my soul 10 . Ang . I talk not of your soul : Our compell❜d sins Stand more for number than accompt11 . Isab . How say you ...
... sweet uncleanness , As she that he hath stain'd ? " Isab . Sir , believe this , I had rather give my body than my soul 10 . Ang . I talk not of your soul : Our compell❜d sins Stand more for number than accompt11 . Isab . How say you ...
Strona 47
... Sweet reluctant delay . ' 26 The death . This phrase seems originally to have been a mistaken translation of the French La mort . Chaucer uses it frequently , and it is common to all writers of Shakspeare's age . Bidding the law make ...
... Sweet reluctant delay . ' 26 The death . This phrase seems originally to have been a mistaken translation of the French La mort . Chaucer uses it frequently , and it is common to all writers of Shakspeare's age . Bidding the law make ...
Strona 54
... Sweet sister , let me live : What sin you do to save a brother's life , Nature dispenses with the deed so far , That it becomes a virtue . Isab . O , you beast ! O , faithless coward ! O , dishonest wretch ! 22 Delighted , is ...
... Sweet sister , let me live : What sin you do to save a brother's life , Nature dispenses with the deed so far , That it becomes a virtue . Isab . O , you beast ! O , faithless coward ! O , dishonest wretch ! 22 Delighted , is ...
Strona 59
... could imagine that counterpoised was intended . 36 Grange , a solitary farm - house . 1 Bastard . A sweet wine , Raisin wine , according to Minshew . I warm ; and furr'd with fox and lamb - SC . I. 59 MEASURE FOR MEASURE .
... could imagine that counterpoised was intended . 36 Grange , a solitary farm - house . 1 Bastard . A sweet wine , Raisin wine , according to Minshew . I warm ; and furr'd with fox and lamb - SC . I. 59 MEASURE FOR MEASURE .
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Armado Barnardine Bawd Beat Beatrice Benedick Biron Bora BORACHIO Boyet brother called Claud Claudio Cost Costard cousin death Demetrius Dogb dost doth Duke Egeus Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father fear fool friar gentle give grace hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Isab Kath King lady Leon Leonato lion look Lord Angelo lovers Lucio Lysander madam maid Marg marry master master constable means MEASURE FOR MEASURE mock moon Moth musick Navarre never night Oberon offence old copies read pardon PHILOSTRATE play Pompey pray prince Prov Provost Puck Pyramus Quin Rosaline SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's signify signior soul speak Steevens swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thing Thisby thou art Tita Titania to-morrow tongue troth true What's woman word
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