Sketch of the life of Shakespeare. Tempest. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Merry Wives of Windsor. Twelfth Night. Measure for Measure. Much Ado about Nothing. Midsummer Night's Dream. Love's Labour's Lost. Merchant of Venice. As You Like It. All's Well That Ends Well. Taming of the Shrew. Winter's Tale. Comedy of Errors. Macbeth. King John. King Richard II. King Henry IV, pts. 1-2. King Henry V |
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... hath I ' drunk so much sack as I to - day ? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie , being but half a fish , and half a monster ? Cal . Lo , how he mocks me ! wilt thou let him , my lord ? Trin . Lord , quoth he ! -that a monster should Je such ...
... hath I ' drunk so much sack as I to - day ? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie , being but half a fish , and half a monster ? Cal . Lo , how he mocks me ! wilt thou let him , my lord ? Trin . Lord , quoth he ! -that a monster should Je such ...
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... hath she been deformed ? Speed . Ever since you loved her . Val . I have loved her ever since I saw her , and still I see her beautiful . But for my duty to your ladyship . Sil . I thank you , gentle servant : ' tis very clerkly ' done ...
... hath she been deformed ? Speed . Ever since you loved her . Val . I have loved her ever since I saw her , and still I see her beautiful . But for my duty to your ladyship . Sil . I thank you , gentle servant : ' tis very clerkly ' done ...
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... Hath he not a son ? Val . Ay , my good lord ; a son , that well de- serves The honour and regard of such a father . Duke . You know him well ? Val . I knew him as myself ; for from our in- fancy We have convers'd , and spent our hours ...
... Hath he not a son ? Val . Ay , my good lord ; a son , that well de- serves The honour and regard of such a father . Duke . You know him well ? Val . I knew him as myself ; for from our in- fancy We have convers'd , and spent our hours ...
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... hath drawn my love from her ; And , where I thought the remnant of mine age Should have been cherish'd by her child - like duty , I now am full resolv'd to take a wife , And turn her out to who will take her in : Then let her beauty be ...
... hath drawn my love from her ; And , where I thought the remnant of mine age Should have been cherish'd by her child - like duty , I now am full resolv'd to take a wife , And turn her out to who will take her in : Then let her beauty be ...
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... hath bless'd them , Because myself do want my servants ' fortune : I curse myself , for they are sent by me , That ... hath possess'd them . Pro . Then in dumb silence will I bury mine , For they are harsh , untunable , and bad . Val ...
... hath bless'd them , Because myself do want my servants ' fortune : I curse myself , for they are sent by me , That ... hath possess'd them . Pro . Then in dumb silence will I bury mine , For they are harsh , untunable , and bad . Val ...
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Seite 322 - 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.
Seite 366 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Seite 423 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down...
Seite 201 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Seite 201 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Seite 373 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be...
Seite 209 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Seite 19 - 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.
Seite 251 - I cannot reconcile my heart to Bertram ; a man noble without generosity, and young without truth ; who marries Helen as a coward, and leaves her as a profligate . when she is dead by his unkindness, sneaks home to a second marriage, is accused by a woman whom he has wronged, defends himself by falsehood, and is dismissed to happiness.
Seite 457 - Tomorrow is Saint Crispian " : Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say " These wounds I had on Crispin's day." Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day: then shall our names, Familiar in...