The Works of William Shakespeare, Том 3E. Moxon, 1857 |
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... baiting : O , had I but followed the arts ! Sir To . Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair . Sir And . Why , would that have mended my hair ? Sir To . Past question ; for thou seest it 8 [ ACT I. TWELFTH - NIGHT ; OR ,
... baiting : O , had I but followed the arts ! Sir To . Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair . Sir And . Why , would that have mended my hair ? Sir To . Past question ; for thou seest it 8 [ ACT I. TWELFTH - NIGHT ; OR ,
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... head , and complexion , he shall find himself most feelingly personated : I can write very like my lady , your niece ; on a forgotten matter we can hardly make distinction of our hands . Sir To . Excellent ! I smell a device . Sir And ...
... head , and complexion , he shall find himself most feelingly personated : I can write very like my lady , your niece ; on a forgotten matter we can hardly make distinction of our hands . Sir To . Excellent ! I smell a device . Sir And ...
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... head.- Take him away : he knows I know him well . Ant . I must obey . - This comes [ to Vio . ] with seeking you : But there's no remedy ; I shall answer it . What will you do , now my necessity Makes me to ask you for my purse ? It ...
... head.- Take him away : he knows I know him well . Ant . I must obey . - This comes [ to Vio . ] with seeking you : But there's no remedy ; I shall answer it . What will you do , now my necessity Makes me to ask you for my purse ? It ...
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... may never meet . Vio . My lord , I do protest , - Oli . - O , do not swear ! Hold little faith , though thou hast too much fear . VOL . III . F Enter Sir ANDREW AGUECHEEK , with his head broken . SCENE 1. ] 65 WHAT YOU WILL .
... may never meet . Vio . My lord , I do protest , - Oli . - O , do not swear ! Hold little faith , though thou hast too much fear . VOL . III . F Enter Sir ANDREW AGUECHEEK , with his head broken . SCENE 1. ] 65 WHAT YOU WILL .
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William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Enter Sir ANDREW AGUECHEEK , with his head broken . Sir And . For the love of God , a surgeon ! send one pre- sently to Sir Toby . Oli . What's the matter ? Sir And . Has broke my head across , and has ...
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Enter Sir ANDREW AGUECHEEK , with his head broken . Sir And . For the love of God , a surgeon ! send one pre- sently to Sir Toby . Oli . What's the matter ? Sir And . Has broke my head across , and has ...
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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.