The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, Volym 2Tauchnitz, 1843 |
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... honour will command ? Let one attend him with a silver bason , - Full of rose - water , and bestrew'd with flowers ; Another bear the ewer , the third a diaper , And say , - will ' t please your lordship cool your hands ? Some one be ...
... honour will command ? Let one attend him with a silver bason , - Full of rose - water , and bestrew'd with flowers ; Another bear the ewer , the third a diaper , And say , - will ' t please your lordship cool your hands ? Some one be ...
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... honour , Players that offer service to your lordship Lord . Bid them come near . Enter Players . Now , fellows , you are welcome . Players . We thank your honour . Lord . Do you intend to stay with me to - night ? 2 Play . So please ...
... honour , Players that offer service to your lordship Lord . Bid them come near . Enter Players . Now , fellows , you are welcome . Players . We thank your honour . Lord . Do you intend to stay with me to - night ? 2 Play . So please ...
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... honour will command , Wherein your lady , and your humble wife May show her duty , and make known her love ? And then , with kind embracements , tempting kisses , And with declining head into his bosom , Bid him shed tears , as being ...
... honour will command , Wherein your lady , and your humble wife May show her duty , and make known her love ? And then , with kind embracements , tempting kisses , And with declining head into his bosom , Bid him shed tears , as being ...
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... honour taste of these conserves ? What raiment will your honour wear to - day ? and if you give me any con- Ne'er ask me what raiment Sly . I am Christophero Sly ; call not me honour , nor lord- ship : I ne'er drank sack in my life ...
... honour taste of these conserves ? What raiment will your honour wear to - day ? and if you give me any con- Ne'er ask me what raiment Sly . I am Christophero Sly ; call not me honour , nor lord- ship : I ne'er drank sack in my life ...
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... honour's players , hearing your amendment Are come to play a pleasant comedy ; For so your doctors hold it very meet , Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your blood , And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy : Therefore , they thought ...
... honour's players , hearing your amendment Are come to play a pleasant comedy ; For so your doctors hold it very meet , Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your blood , And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy : Therefore , they thought ...
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Sida 476 - Richard : no man cried , God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home; But dust was thrown upon his sacred head , Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God , for some strong purpose , steel'd The hearts of men , they must perforce have melted , And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Sida 288 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er 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.
Sida 190 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but indeed Our shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio.
Sida 137 - 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.
Sida 457 - My figur'd goblets for a dish of wood, My sceptre for a palmer's walking-staff, My subjects for a pair of carved saints, And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave : Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects...
Sida 289 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From 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 ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold...