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Thou , Julia , thou hast metamorphos'd me ; Made me neglect my studies , lose my time , War with good counsel , set the world at nought ; Made wit with musing weak , heart sick with thought . Enter Speed . Speed .
Thou , Julia , thou hast metamorphos'd me ; Made me neglect my studies , lose my time , War with good counsel , set the world at nought ; Made wit with musing weak , heart sick with thought . Enter Speed . Speed .
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Ant . Nor need'st thou much impórtune me to that , Whereon this month I have been hammering . ... Ant . I like thy counsel ; well hast thou advis'd : And , that thou may'st perceive how well I like 16 ACT I. TWO GENTLEMEN.
Ant . Nor need'st thou much impórtune me to that , Whereon this month I have been hammering . ... Ant . I like thy counsel ; well hast thou advis'd : And , that thou may'st perceive how well I like 16 ACT I. TWO GENTLEMEN.
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Hast thou observed that ? even she I mean . Speed . Why , sir , I know her not . Val . Dost thou know her by my gazing on her , and yet knowest her not ? Speed . Is she not hard favoured , sir ? Val .
Hast thou observed that ? even she I mean . Speed . Why , sir , I know her not . Val . Dost thou know her by my gazing on her , and yet knowest her not ? Speed . Is she not hard favoured , sir ? Val .
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If thou wilt go with me to the alehouse , so ; if not , thou art an Hebrew , a Jew , and not worth the name of a christian , Speed . Why ? Laun . Because thou hast not so much charity in thee , as to go to the ale with a christian ...
If thou wilt go with me to the alehouse , so ; if not , thou art an Hebrew , a Jew , and not worth the name of a christian , Speed . Why ? Laun . Because thou hast not so much charity in thee , as to go to the ale with a christian ...
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Love , lend me wings to make my purpose swift , As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift ! [ Exit , 1 SCENE VII . - Verona . A Room in Julia's House , Enter JULIA and LUCETTA . Jul . Counsel , Lucetta ; gentle girl , assist me !
Love , lend me wings to make my purpose swift , As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift ! [ Exit , 1 SCENE VII . - Verona . A Room in Julia's House , Enter JULIA and LUCETTA . Jul . Counsel , Lucetta ; gentle girl , assist me !
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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 |
| Exportera citat | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |