The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Том 2J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... Gentle Isabella , Turn you the key , and know his business of him ; You may , I may not ; you are yet unsworn : When you have vow'd , you must not speak with men , But in the presence of the prioress : Then , if you speak , you must not ...
... Gentle Isabella , Turn you the key , and know his business of him ; You may , I may not ; you are yet unsworn : When you have vow'd , you must not speak with men , But in the presence of the prioress : Then , if you speak , you must not ...
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... Gentle and fair , your brother kindly greets you : Not to be weary with you , he's in prison . Isab . Woe me ! For what ? Laucio . For that , which , if myself might be his judge , He should receive his punishment in thanks : He hath ...
... Gentle and fair , your brother kindly greets you : Not to be weary with you , he's in prison . Isab . Woe me ! For what ? Laucio . For that , which , if myself might be his judge , He should receive his punishment in thanks : He hath ...
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... Gentle my lord , turn back . -Fare Ang . I will bethink me : - -Come again to - morrow . Isab . Hark , how I'll bribe you : Good my lord , turn back . Ang . How ! bribe me ? Isab . Ay , with such gifts , that heaven Scene II . MEASURE ...
... Gentle my lord , turn back . -Fare Ang . I will bethink me : - -Come again to - morrow . Isab . Hark , how I'll bribe you : Good my lord , turn back . Ang . How ! bribe me ? Isab . Ay , with such gifts , that heaven Scene II . MEASURE ...
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... gentle my lord , Let me intreat you speak the former language . Ang . Plainly conceive , I love you . Isab . My brother did love Juliet ; and ' you That he shall die for it . tell me , Ang . He shall not , Isabel , if you give me love ...
... gentle my lord , Let me intreat you speak the former language . Ang . Plainly conceive , I love you . Isab . My brother did love Juliet ; and ' you That he shall die for it . tell me , Ang . He shall not , Isabel , if you give me love ...
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... gentle- woman : there she lost a noble and renowned brother , in his love toward her ever most kind and natural ; with him the portion and sinew of her fortune , her marriage - dowry ; with both , her combinate husband , this well ...
... gentle- woman : there she lost a noble and renowned brother , in his love toward her ever most kind and natural ; with him the portion and sinew of her fortune , her marriage - dowry ; with both , her combinate husband , this well ...
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ABHORSON ARMADO Athens Barnardine Bawd Beat Beatrice Biron Bora BORACHIO Boyet brother Claud Claudio Cost Costard cousin daughter dear death Demetrius Dogb Don PEDRO dost thou doth Duke Egeus Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father fear fool forsworn friar gentle give grace hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Isab John Kath King lady Leon Leonato lion Longaville look lord Angelo lovers Lucio Lysander madam maid Marg marry master master constable moon Moth musick Navarre never night oath Oberon offend pardon PHILOSTRATE play Pompey praise pray prince Prov Provost Puck Pyramus Quin Re-enter Rosaline SCENE shame signior Benedick sleep soul speak swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thine thing Thisby thou art thou hast Tita Titania to-morrow tongue troth true What's word
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Сторінка 47 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Сторінка 225 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Сторінка 395 - 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...
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Сторінка 395 - 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...
Сторінка 137 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Сторінка 153 - ... need of such vanity. You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch ; therefore bear you the lantern : This is your charge ; You shall comprehend all vagrom men ; you are to bid any man stand, in the prince's name.
Сторінка 268 - I have had a most rare vision. I have 210 had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was : man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was — there is no man can tell what. Methought I was, — and methought I had, — but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had.
Сторінка 396 - 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 crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Сторінка 220 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.