The Dramatic Works of William ShakespeareC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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... dog bark at a crow , than a man swear he loves me . Bene . God keep your ladyship still in that mind ! so some gentleman or other shall ' scape a predesti- nate scratched face . Beat . Scratching could not make it worse , an ' twere ...
... dog bark at a crow , than a man swear he loves me . Bene . God keep your ladyship still in that mind ! so some gentleman or other shall ' scape a predesti- nate scratched face . Beat . Scratching could not make it worse , an ' twere ...
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... dogs are called back . 24 i . e . bugle - horn . 25 A belt . The meaning seems to be- or that I should be compelled to carry a horn on my forehead where there is nothing visible to support it . ' 26 The fine is the conclusion . 27 A ...
... dogs are called back . 24 i . e . bugle - horn . 25 A belt . The meaning seems to be- or that I should be compelled to carry a horn on my forehead where there is nothing visible to support it . ' 26 The fine is the conclusion . 27 A ...
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... dog - rose . I had rather be a neglected dog - rose in a hedge , than a garden - rose if it profited by his culture . ' 5 i . e . for I make nothing else my counsellor . ' D. John . Will it serve for any model to SC . III . 131 ABOUT ...
... dog - rose . I had rather be a neglected dog - rose in a hedge , than a garden - rose if it profited by his culture . ' 5 i . e . for I make nothing else my counsellor . ' D. John . Will it serve for any model to SC . III . 131 ABOUT ...
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William Shakespeare. Bene . [ Aside . ] An he had been a dog , that should have howled thus , they would have hanged him : and , I pray God , his bad voice bode no mischief ! I had as lief have heard the night - raven5 , come what plague ...
William Shakespeare. Bene . [ Aside . ] An he had been a dog , that should have howled thus , they would have hanged him : and , I pray God , his bad voice bode no mischief ! I had as lief have heard the night - raven5 , come what plague ...
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... worthies is named from the Dog - berry or female cornel , a shrub that grows in every county in England . Verges is only the provincial pronunciation of verjuice . Dogb . Nay , that were a punishment too good SC . II . 167 ABOUT NOTHING .
... worthies is named from the Dog - berry or female cornel , a shrub that grows in every county in England . Verges is only the provincial pronunciation of verjuice . Dogb . Nay , that were a punishment too good SC . II . 167 ABOUT NOTHING .
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Страница 70 - 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 6 - Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do ; Not light them for themselves : for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Страница 413 - 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...
Страница 33 - Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word, May call it back again: Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
Страница 235 - 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.
Страница 151 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore; To one thing constant never...
Страница 301 - That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide : And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team, From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic ; not a mouse Shall disturb this hallow'd house : I am sent with broom before, To sweep the dust behind the door.
Страница 168 - Why, then take no note of him, but let him go ; and presently call the rest of the watch together, and thank God you are rid of a knave.
Страница 50 - Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum, For ending thee no sooner. Thou hast nor youth nor age; But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both ; for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms Of palsied eld ; and when thou art old and rich, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this That bears the name of life ? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths ; yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even.
Страница 242 - That very time I saw, (but thou could'st not,) Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west ; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon ; And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.