The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare,: According to the Improved Text of Edmund Malone, Including the Latest Revisions, : with a Life, Glossarial Notes, an Index, and One Hundred and Seventy Illustrations, from Designs by English Artists, Volym 3Henry G. Bohn, 1844 |
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... ARMADO , a fantastical Spaniard . SIR NATHANIEL , a curate . HOLOFERNES , a schoolmaster . DULL , a constably COSTARD , a clown . MоTн , page to Armado . A FORESTER . PRINCESS of FRANCE . ROSALINE , MARIA , KATHARINE , ladies attending ...
... ARMADO , a fantastical Spaniard . SIR NATHANIEL , a curate . HOLOFERNES , a schoolmaster . DULL , a constably COSTARD , a clown . MоTн , page to Armado . A FORESTER . PRINCESS of FRANCE . ROSALINE , MARIA , KATHARINE , ladies attending ...
Sida 223
... ravish , like enchanting harmony ; A man of complements , whom right and wrong Have chose as umpire of their mutiny : 1 Reside . 2 Temptations . 3 Lively sport . This child of fancy , that Armado hight , 1 SCENE I. 223 LOVE'S LABOR'S LOST .
... ravish , like enchanting harmony ; A man of complements , whom right and wrong Have chose as umpire of their mutiny : 1 Reside . 2 Temptations . 3 Lively sport . This child of fancy , that Armado hight , 1 SCENE I. 223 LOVE'S LABOR'S LOST .
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... Armado hight , 1 For interim to our studies , shall relate , In high - born words , the worth of many a knight From tawny Spain , lost in the world's debate . How you delight , my lords , I know not , I ; But , I protest , I love to ...
... Armado hight , 1 For interim to our studies , shall relate , In high - born words , the worth of many a knight From tawny Spain , lost in the world's debate . How you delight , my lords , I know not , I ; But , I protest , I love to ...
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... Armado . Bir . How low soever the matter , I hope in God for high words . Lon . A high hope for a low having . God grant us patience ! Bir . To hear , or forbear hearing ? Lon . To hear meekly , sir , and to laugh mode- rately ; or to ...
... Armado . Bir . How low soever the matter , I hope in God for high words . Lon . A high hope for a low having . God grant us patience ! Bir . To hear , or forbear hearing ? Lon . To hear meekly , sir , and to laugh mode- rately ; or to ...
Sida 228
... ARMADO . ' Bir . This is not so well as I looked for , but the best that ever I heard . King . Ay , the best for the worst . But , sirrah , what say you to this ? Cos . Sir , I confess the wench . King . Did you hear the proclamation ...
... ARMADO . ' Bir . This is not so well as I looked for , but the best that ever I heard . King . Ay , the best for the worst . But , sirrah , what say you to this ? Cos . Sir , I confess the wench . King . Did you hear the proclamation ...
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The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare: According to the Improved Text ..., Volym 3 William Shakespeare Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1851 |
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Sida 12 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Sida 127 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold!
Sida 332 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Sida 105 - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended, and I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.
Sida 126 - Ah me! for aught that ever I could read. Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But, either it was different in blood; Her.
Sida 333 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Sida 101 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Sida 85 - You have among you many a purchased slave, Which, like your asses and your dogs and mules, You use in abject and in slavish parts, Because you bought them: shall I say to you, Let them be free, marry them to your heirs?
Sida 220 - Save base authority from others' books. • These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
Sida 208 - Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night ' That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide...