The Plays & Poems of Shakespeare: All's well that ends well. Taming of the shrew. Winter's tale
H:O. Bohn, 1857
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To grow there , and to bear ) — ' Let me not live , — ' Thus his good melancholy oft began , On the catastrophe and heel of pastime , When it was out ; - ' let me not live , ' quoth he , ' After my flame lacks oil , to be the snuff Of ...
My master , my dear lord he is ; and I His servant live , and will his vassal die . He must not be my brother . Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , madam : would you were ( So that my lord , your son , were not my ...
Farewell , young lords : Whether I live or die , be you the sons Of worthy Frenchmen : let higher Italy ( Those ' bated , that inherit but the fall Of the last monarchy 1 ) see , that you come Not to woo honor , but to wed it when : The ...
You shall find in the regiment of the Spinii , one captain Spurio , with his cicatrice , an emblem of war , here on his sinister cheek : it was this very sword entrenched it : say to him , I live ; and ob- serve his reports for me .
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Attendants Baptista bear Bertram better Bianca Bion blood bring Camillo Clown comes Count court daughter death Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear fellow fortune give gone Gremio hand hast hath hear heart Heaven Hermione hold honest honor hope horse Hortensio husband I'll Italy Kath Katharina keep King knave lady leave Leon live look lord Lucentio madam maid marry master mean mistress mother nature never noble Petruchio play poor pray present queen ring SCENE servant serve Shep signior speak stand stay sweet tell thank thee There's thine thing thou thou art thought Tranio true truth wife young
Страница 94 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not, and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Страница 330 - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent ' the stile-a : A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Страница 335 - Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...