The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volym 6 |
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Here is my hand for my true constancy ; And when that hour o'er - slips me in the day , Wherein I sigh not , Julia , for thy sake , The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Torment me for my love's forgetfulness !
Here is my hand for my true constancy ; And when that hour o'er - slips me in the day , Wherein I sigh not , Julia , for thy sake , The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Torment me for my love's forgetfulness !
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Nay , ' twill be this hour ere I have done weeping ; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault : I have received my proportion , like the prodigious son , and am going with sir Proteus to the Imperial's court .
Nay , ' twill be this hour ere I have done weeping ; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault : I have received my proportion , like the prodigious son , and am going with sir Proteus to the Imperial's court .
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I knew him , as myself ; for from our infancy We have convers'd , and spent our hours together : And though myself have been an idle truant , Omitting the sweet benefit of time , To clothe mine age with angel - like perfection ...
I knew him , as myself ; for from our infancy We have convers'd , and spent our hours together : And though myself have been an idle truant , Omitting the sweet benefit of time , To clothe mine age with angel - like perfection ...
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Ay , and we are betroth'd ; Nay , more , our marriage hour , With all the cunning manner of our flight , Determin'd of : how I must climb her window ; The ladder made of cords : and all the means Plotted , and ' greed on , for my ...
Ay , and we are betroth'd ; Nay , more , our marriage hour , With all the cunning manner of our flight , Determin'd of : how I must climb her window ; The ladder made of cords : and all the means Plotted , and ' greed on , for my ...
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... an hour's heat Dissolves to water , and doth lose his form . A little time will melt her frozen thoughts , And worthless Valentine shall be forgot .-How now , sir Proteus ? Is your countryman , According to our proclamation , gone ?
... an hour's heat Dissolves to water , and doth lose his form . A little time will melt her frozen thoughts , And worthless Valentine shall be forgot .-How now , sir Proteus ? Is your countryman , According to our proclamation , gone ?
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Sida 279 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Sida 110 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Sida 337 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Sida 261 - To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Sida 226 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine...
Sida 225 - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth, — wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin, — By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners, that these men, — Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, — Their virtues else — be they as pure as grace, As...
Sida 266 - Speak the speech I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus: but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness.
Sida 267 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed, that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Sida 300 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more! Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and godlike reason To fust in us unus'd. Now, whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on th' event— A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward— I do not know Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do,' Sith I have cause,...
Sida 266 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
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| Titel | The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volym 6 The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, William Shakespeare |
| Författare | William Shakespeare |
| Utgivare | Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
| Original från | New York Public Library |
| Digitaliserad | 27 dec 2006 |
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