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... hast so wrong'd mine innocent child and me , That I am forced to lay my reverence by ; And , with gray hairs , and bruise of many days , Do challenge thee to trial of a man . I say , thou hast belied mine innocent child ; Thy slander ...
... hast so wrong'd mine innocent child and me , That I am forced to lay my reverence by ; And , with gray hairs , and bruise of many days , Do challenge thee to trial of a man . I say , thou hast belied mine innocent child ; Thy slander ...
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... hast kill'd my child ; If thou kill'st me , boy , thou shalt kill a man . Ant . He shall kill two of us , and men in- deed ; But that's no matter ; let him kill one first ; - Win me and wear me , -let him answer me : - Come follow me ...
... hast kill'd my child ; If thou kill'st me , boy , thou shalt kill a man . Ant . He shall kill two of us , and men in- deed ; But that's no matter ; let him kill one first ; - Win me and wear me , -let him answer me : - Come follow me ...
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... hast mettle enough in thee to kill care . Bene . Sir , I shall meet your wit in the career , an you charge it against me : -I pray you , choose another subject . Claud . Nay , then , give him another staff ; this last was broke cross ...
... hast mettle enough in thee to kill care . Bene . Sir , I shall meet your wit in the career , an you charge it against me : -I pray you , choose another subject . Claud . Nay , then , give him another staff ; this last was broke cross ...
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... hast kill'd Mine innocent child ? Bora . Yea , even I alone . Leon . No , not so , villain ; thou beliest thyself ; Here stand a pair of honourable men , A third is fled , that had a hand in it : I thank you , princes , for my ...
... hast kill'd Mine innocent child ? Bora . Yea , even I alone . Leon . No , not so , villain ; thou beliest thyself ; Here stand a pair of honourable men , A third is fled , that had a hand in it : I thank you , princes , for my ...
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... hast frighted the word out of his right sense , so forcible is thy wit : but I must tell thee plainly , Claudio undergoes my challenge ; and either I must shortly hear from him , or I will subscribe him a coward . And , I pray thee now ...
... hast frighted the word out of his right sense , so forcible is thy wit : but I must tell thee plainly , Claudio undergoes my challenge ; and either I must shortly hear from him , or I will subscribe him a coward . And , I pray thee now ...
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Antigonus Antonio Bass Bassanio Beat Beatrice Benedick beseech better Biron blood Bohemia Bora BORACHIO Boyet brother Camillo Claud Claudio Cleomenes Costard daughter dear Dogb dost doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fair lady faith father fool fortune gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hero hither honour Illyria King lady Laun Launcelot Leon Leonato live look lord madam Malvolio marry master master constable merry mistress Moth Nerissa never oath Orlando Pedro Polixenes Pompey Portia pr'ythee praise pray thee prince Rosalind SCENE shalt Shep Shylock Sicilia signior sing sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH soul speak swear sweet tell there's thing thou art thou hast tongue Touch troth true woman word youth
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Seite 42 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Seite 43 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes,...
Seite 260 - Say there be ; Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Seite 25 - 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 118 - Shylock, we would have moneys : ' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...
Seite 103 - In sooth, I know not why I am so sad : It wearies me ; you say it wearies you ; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn ; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, That I have much ado to know myself.
Seite 43 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh,...
Seite 30 - All this I give you. Let me be your servant : Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood, Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly.
Seite 244 - Until his ink were temper d with Love's sighs. O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. 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...
Seite 284 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, 920 Unpleasing to a married ear!