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William Shakespeare Charles Harold Herford. King . Madam , your father here doth intimate The payment of a hundred thousand crowns ; Being but the one half of an entire sum Disbursed by my father in his wars . But say that he or we , as ...
William Shakespeare Charles Harold Herford. King . Madam , your father here doth intimate The payment of a hundred thousand crowns ; Being but the one half of an entire sum Disbursed by my father in his wars . But say that he or we , as ...
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... father too much wrong And wrong the reputation of your name , In so unseeming to confess receipt Of that which hath so faithfully been paid . King . I do protest I never heard of it ; And if you prove it , I'll repay it back Or yield up ...
... father too much wrong And wrong the reputation of your name , In so unseeming to confess receipt Of that which hath so faithfully been paid . King . I do protest I never heard of it ; And if you prove it , I'll repay it back Or yield up ...
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... father is but grim . Boyet . Do you hear , my mad wenches ? Mar. Boyet . Ros . Ay , our way to be gone . Boyet . No. What then , do you see ? You are too hard for me . [ Exeunt . 250 ACT III . SCENE I. The same . Enter ARMADO and MOTH ...
... father is but grim . Boyet . Do you hear , my mad wenches ? Mar. Boyet . Ros . Ay , our way to be gone . Boyet . No. What then , do you see ? You are too hard for me . [ Exeunt . 250 ACT III . SCENE I. The same . Enter ARMADO and MOTH ...
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... father's mind , Many can brook the weather that love not the wind . Dull . You two are book - men : can you tell me by your wit What was a month old at Cain's birth , that's not five weeks old as yet ? Hol . Dictynna , goodman Dull ...
... father's mind , Many can brook the weather that love not the wind . Dull . You two are book - men : can you tell me by your wit What was a month old at Cain's birth , that's not five weeks old as yet ? Hol . Dictynna , goodman Dull ...
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... father saith , - Hol . Sir , tell not me of the father ; I do fear colourable colours . But to return to the verses : did they please you , Sir Nathaniel ? Nath . Marvellous well for the pen . 150 Hol . I do dine to - day at the father's ...
... father saith , - Hol . Sir , tell not me of the father ; I do fear colourable colours . But to return to the verses : did they please you , Sir Nathaniel ? Nath . Marvellous well for the pen . 150 Hol . I do dine to - day at the father's ...
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Antipholus Armado Biron Boyet chain comedy Comedy of Errors Cost Costard dear Demetrius dost thou doth dream Dromio Duke Dull Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes F. W. H. MYERS fair fairy father favour fear fool forsworn gentle Gentlemen give gone grace hath hear heart heaven Helena hence Hermia Hippolyta Julia Kath King lady Launce letter lion Longaville look lord Love's Labour's Lost lovers Lysander madam Marry master merry mistress moon Moth Navarre never night oath Oberon play Pompey pray princess Proteus Puck Pyramus Quin Re-enter Rosaline SCENE Shakespeare Silvia Sir Proteus sleep speak Speed stay sweet Syracuse tears tell thee Theseus thine thing Thisby thou art thou hast Thurio Tita Titania tongue true unto Valentine villain wench wife word
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Seite 118 - Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit, Whose influence is begot of that loose grace Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools : A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Seite 329 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Seite 272 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling : She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling : To her let us garlands bring.
Seite 120 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Seite 368 - I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear With hounds of Sparta : never did I hear Such gallant chiding; for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
Seite 120 - 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, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Seite 119 - Cuckoo, cuckoo : O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear ! 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...
Seite 323 - 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.
Seite 314 - Making it momentany as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night. That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, " Behold ! " The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion.
Seite 374 - More strange than true : I never may believe These antique fables nor these fairy toys. 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.