The Works of William Shakespeare, Том 3E. Moxon, 1857 |
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... Enter VALENTINE . How now ! what news from her ? Val . So please my lord , I might not be admitted ; But from her handmaid do return this answer : The element itself , till seven years ' heat , Shall not behold her face at ample view ...
... Enter VALENTINE . How now ! what news from her ? Val . So please my lord , I might not be admitted ; But from her handmaid do return this answer : The element itself , till seven years ' heat , Shall not behold her face at ample view ...
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... Enter Duke , CURIO , and Attendants . Duke . Who saw Cesario , ho ? Vio . On your attendance , my lord ; here . Duke . Stand you awhile aloof . - Cesario , Thou know'st no less but all ; I have unclasp'd To thee the book even of my ...
... Enter Duke , CURIO , and Attendants . Duke . Who saw Cesario , ho ? Vio . On your attendance , my lord ; here . Duke . Stand you awhile aloof . - Cesario , Thou know'st no less but all ; I have unclasp'd To thee the book even of my ...
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... Enter MARIA and Clown . of Mar. Nay , either tell me where thou hast been , or I will not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter in way thy excuse my lady will hang thee for thy absence . Clo . Let her hang me : he that is well ...
... Enter MARIA and Clown . of Mar. Nay , either tell me where thou hast been , or I will not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter in way thy excuse my lady will hang thee for thy absence . Clo . Let her hang me : he that is well ...
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... Enter Sir TOBY BELCH . Oli . By mine honour , half drunk . - What is he at the gate , cousin ? Sir To . A gentleman . Oli . A gentleman ! what gentleman ? Sir To . ' Tis a gentleman here — a plague o ' these pickle- herring ! -How now ...
... Enter Sir TOBY BELCH . Oli . By mine honour , half drunk . - What is he at the gate , cousin ? Sir To . A gentleman . Oli . A gentleman ! what gentleman ? Sir To . ' Tis a gentleman here — a plague o ' these pickle- herring ! -How now ...
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... enter MARIA . Oli . Give me my veil : come , throw it o'er my face . We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy . Enter VIOLA . [ Exit . Vio . The honourable lady of the house , which is she ? Oli . Speak to me ; I shall answer for her ...
... enter MARIA . Oli . Give me my veil : come , throw it o'er my face . We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy . Enter VIOLA . [ Exit . Vio . The honourable lady of the house , which is she ? Oli . Speak to me ; I shall answer for her ...
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Страница 28 - O, fellow, come, the song we had last night. Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain; The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love. Like the old age.: CLO.
Страница 435 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Страница 557 - Whose high upreared and abutting fronts The perilous, narrow ocean parts asunder. Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance : Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...
Страница 496 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Страница 28 - 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.
Страница 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.