The Works of William Shakespeare, Band 1Blackie, 1888 |
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... poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more . -Macbeth , v . 5. 24–26 . is a fit companion for the " idiot , " in the same speech , whose tale is “ full of sound and fury , signifying nothing ...
... poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more . -Macbeth , v . 5. 24–26 . is a fit companion for the " idiot , " in the same speech , whose tale is “ full of sound and fury , signifying nothing ...
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... poor deer's blood , that my heart means no ill . Boyet . Do not curst wives hold that self- sovereignty Only for praise sake , when they strive to be Lords o'er their lords ? 3 Fair , beauty . 4 Curst , cross - grained . Prin . Only for ...
... poor deer's blood , that my heart means no ill . Boyet . Do not curst wives hold that self- sovereignty Only for praise sake , when they strive to be Lords o'er their lords ? 3 Fair , beauty . 4 Curst , cross - grained . Prin . Only for ...
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... poor soul , what art thou then ? Food for his rage , repasture for his den . " Prin . What plume of feathers is he that indited this letter ? What vane ? what weathercock ? did you ever hear better ? Boyet . I am much deceived but I ...
... poor soul , what art thou then ? Food for his rage , repasture for his den . " Prin . What plume of feathers is he that indited this letter ? What vane ? what weathercock ? did you ever hear better ? Boyet . I am much deceived but I ...
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... poor shoulder , and with his royal finger , thus , dally with my excrement , with my mustachio ; but , sweet heart , let that pass . By the world , I recount no fable : some certain special honours it pleaseth his great- ness to impart ...
... poor shoulder , and with his royal finger , thus , dally with my excrement , with my mustachio ; but , sweet heart , let that pass . By the world , I recount no fable : some certain special honours it pleaseth his great- ness to impart ...
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... poor flout ! ] Will they not , think you , hang themselves to- night ? 270 Or ever , but in vizards , show their faces ? This pert Biron was out of countenance quite . Ros . O , they were all in lamentable cases ! The king was weeping ...
... poor flout ! ] Will they not , think you , hang themselves to- night ? 270 Or ever , but in vizards , show their faces ? This pert Biron was out of countenance quite . Ros . O , they were all in lamentable cases ! The king was weeping ...
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Antipholus beauty Biron Boyet called Capulet Comedy of Errors Costard daughter death dost doth Dromio Duke Duke of Burgundy Dyce Earl Eglamour emendation Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fool France French Friar gentle gentleman Gentlemen of Verona give grace hath heart heaven Henry Henry VI Holinshed honour Julia King lady Launce letter Line look lord Love's Labour's Lost Madam married master means Mercutio mistress Moth night Nurse play pray prince Proteus Pucelle quotes Reignier Richard Richard III Richard Plantagenet Romeo and Juliet Rosaline SCENE seems sense Shakespeare shalt Silvia speak Speed Steevens sweet Talbot tell thee thou art thou hast Thurio Tybalt unto Valentine verb Verona wife wilt word
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Seite 194 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams ; Her whip, of cricket's bone ; the lash, of film ; Her...
Seite 270 - I'll confirm ; we'll fight it out. Puc. Assign'd am I to be the English scourge. This night the siege assuredly I'll raise : Expect saint Martin's summer, halcyon days, Since I have entered into these wars. Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought With Henry's death the English circle ends ; Dispersed are the glories it included.
Seite 194 - O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream ; Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are. Sometimes she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit: And sometimes comes she with a tithe-pig's tail, Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice.
Seite 217 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Seite 198 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Seite 199 - tis not to me she speaks : Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head ; The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp ; her- eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might...
Seite 200 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Seite 194 - O ! then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Seite 194 - Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again.
Seite 212 - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.