The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, المجلد 3Carpenter and Son, 1813 |
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... thine image ! Sirs , I will practise on this drunken man.- What think you , if he were convey'd to bed , Wrapp'd in sweet clothes , rings put upon his fingers , A most delicious banquet by his bed , And brave attendants near him when he ...
... thine image ! Sirs , I will practise on this drunken man.- What think you , if he were convey'd to bed , Wrapp'd in sweet clothes , rings put upon his fingers , A most delicious banquet by his bed , And brave attendants near him when he ...
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... thine first . Tra . Master , for my hand , You will be schoolmaster , And undertake the teaching of the maid : That's your device . Luc . It is : May it be done ? Tra . Not possible ; For who shall bear your part , And be in Padua here ...
... thine first . Tra . Master , for my hand , You will be schoolmaster , And undertake the teaching of the maid : That's your device . Luc . It is : May it be done ? Tra . Not possible ; For who shall bear your part , And be in Padua here ...
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... more Than words can witness , or your thoughts can guess . Gre . Youngling ! thou canst not love so dear as 1 . Tra . Grey - beard ! thy love doth freeze . Gre . But thine doth fry . Skipper stand back SCENE 1 . 35 THE SHREW .
... more Than words can witness , or your thoughts can guess . Gre . Youngling ! thou canst not love so dear as 1 . Tra . Grey - beard ! thy love doth freeze . Gre . But thine doth fry . Skipper stand back SCENE 1 . 35 THE SHREW .
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William Shakespeare. Gre . But thine doth fry . Skipper stand back ; ' tis age that nourisheth . Tra . But youth , in ladies ' eyes that flourisheth . Bap . Content you , gentlemen ; I'll compound this strife : " Tis deeds , must win the ...
William Shakespeare. Gre . But thine doth fry . Skipper stand back ; ' tis age that nourisheth . Tra . But youth , in ladies ' eyes that flourisheth . Bap . Content you , gentlemen ; I'll compound this strife : " Tis deeds , must win the ...
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... read philosophy , And , while I pause , serve in your harmony . Hor . Sirrah , I will not bear these braves of thine . Bian . Why , gentlemen , you do me double wrong , To strive for that which resteth in my choice : ACT III .
... read philosophy , And , while I pause , serve in your harmony . Hor . Sirrah , I will not bear these braves of thine . Bian . Why , gentlemen , you do me double wrong , To strive for that which resteth in my choice : ACT III .
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Antigonus Antipholus art thou Aumerle Autolycus Banquo Baptista Bast bear Bian Bianca Bion Biondello blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath Camillo cousin daughter death dost doth Dromio Duch duke duke of Hereford Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair father Faulconbridge fear Fleance friends Gaunt gentleman give Gremio grief hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Hortensio Hubert husband i'the John Kate Kath king KING JOHN Lady Leon liege look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam majesty master mistress never noble Northumberland o'the Padua PANDULPH pardon peace Petruchio Polixenes pray prince queen Rich Rosse SCENE Servant shalt shame Shep signior sorrow soul speak sweet tell thane thee There's thine thou art thou hast tongue Tranio unto villain wife Witch word
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الصفحة 15 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
الصفحة 13 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it...
الصفحة 16 - Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i
الصفحة 22 - Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
الصفحة 50 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
الصفحة 47 - What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief? Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you ; But you at your sick service had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love...
الصفحة 56 - I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, And own no other function : each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
الصفحة 13 - The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you...
الصفحة 22 - This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of War, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea...
الصفحة 23 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's son : This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement, or pelting farm...