ComediesD. Appleton, 1876 |
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... beating in my mind , ) your reason For raising this sea - storm ? PRO . Know thus far forth . By accident most strange , bountiful Fortune , Now my dear lady , hath mine enemies Brought to this shore : and by my prescience I find my ...
... beating in my mind , ) your reason For raising this sea - storm ? PRO . Know thus far forth . By accident most strange , bountiful Fortune , Now my dear lady , hath mine enemies Brought to this shore : and by my prescience I find my ...
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... beat the surges under him , And ride upon their backs ; he trod the water , Whose enmity he flung aside , and breasted The surge most swoln that met him ; his bold head ' Bove the contentious waves he kept , and oar'd Himself with his ...
... beat the surges under him , And ride upon their backs ; he trod the water , Whose enmity he flung aside , and breasted The surge most swoln that met him ; his bold head ' Bove the contentious waves he kept , and oar'd Himself with his ...
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... beat him , - STE . Come , kiss . TRIN . but that the poor monster's in drink ; an abominable monster ! CAL . I'll show thee the best springs ; I pluck thee berries ; I'll fish for thee , and get thee wood enough . A plague upon the ...
... beat him , - STE . Come , kiss . TRIN . but that the poor monster's in drink ; an abominable monster ! CAL . I'll show thee the best springs ; I pluck thee berries ; I'll fish for thee , and get thee wood enough . A plague upon the ...
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... Beat him enough : after a little time , I'll beat him too . STE . Stand further . - Come , proceed . CAL . Why , as I told thee , ' t is a custom with him I ' the afternoon to sleep : there thou must brain him , Having first seiz'd his ...
... Beat him enough : after a little time , I'll beat him too . STE . Stand further . - Come , proceed . CAL . Why , as I told thee , ' t is a custom with him I ' the afternoon to sleep : there thou must brain him , Having first seiz'd his ...
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... beat thee : but , while thou livest , keep a good tongue in thy head . CAL . Within this half - hour will he be asleep ; Wilt thou destroy him then ? STE Ay , on mine honour . ARI . This will I tell my master . CAL . Thou mak'st me ...
... beat thee : but , while thou livest , keep a good tongue in thy head . CAL . Within this half - hour will he be asleep ; Wilt thou destroy him then ? STE Ay , on mine honour . ARI . This will I tell my master . CAL . Thou mak'st me ...
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Angelo Anne Antipholus Ariel BEAT Beatrice Benedick BIRON BOYET brother CAIUS Caliban CLAUD Claudio Collier corrector Costard daughter DOGB doth Dromio DUKE Enter Ephesus ESCAL Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father folio fool FORD friar gentle gentleman GENTLEMEN OF VERONA give grace hath hear heart heaven Hero hither honour HOST husband ISAB John KING lady LAUN leiger LEON Leonato letter look lord LUCIO madam maid Marry master Brook master constable master doctor merry MIRA mistress MOTH never night PEDRO Pompey pray prince Prospero Proteus PROV Provost QUICK SCENE Shakspere Shakspere's SHAL signior Silvia Sir John Falstaff SLEN Slender speak SPEED spirit sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast Thurio tongue TRIN true Valentine villain wife woman word
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Страница 44 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometime voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me ; that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Страница 576 - 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.
Страница 284 - Alas! alas! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy : How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made 4.
Страница 546 - From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world...
Страница 52 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Страница 441 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Страница 134 - 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.
Страница 58 - The charm dissolves apace, And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Страница 308 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly -were forsworn ; And those eyes, the break of day. Lights that do mislead the morn. But my kisses bring again, bring again. Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, seal'd in vain.
Страница 576 - When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears logs into the hall And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.