The life of Shakspere by the editorD. Appleton, 1876 |
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... thy happy years That say thou art a man , " is pressed by the Duke to own that his eye " hath stay'd upon some favour . " Viola , who is enamoured of the Duke , punningly replies , - " A little , by your favour ; " and being still ...
... thy happy years That say thou art a man , " is pressed by the Duke to own that his eye " hath stay'd upon some favour . " Viola , who is enamoured of the Duke , punningly replies , - " A little , by your favour ; " and being still ...
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... thou art un- worthy better hap sith thou dependest on so mean a stay . ” What is the stay ? " Making plays . " The exhortation then proceeds to include the three " gentlemen , his quondam acquaintance , that spend their wits in making ...
... thou art un- worthy better hap sith thou dependest on so mean a stay . ” What is the stay ? " Making plays . " The exhortation then proceeds to include the three " gentlemen , his quondam acquaintance , that spend their wits in making ...
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... thy art , My gentle Shakespeare , must enjoy a part : - For though the poet's matter nature be , His art doth give ... thou . " Having disposed , then , of these general considerations of the value of the quarto copies , we have to ...
... thy art , My gentle Shakespeare , must enjoy a part : - For though the poet's matter nature be , His art doth give ... thou . " Having disposed , then , of these general considerations of the value of the quarto copies , we have to ...
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... art thou ? A ROB . The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge . K. JOHN . Is that the elder , and art thou the heir ? You came not of one mother then , it seems . 185 BAST . Most certain of one mother , mighty 181 ACT I KING JOHN .
... art thou ? A ROB . The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge . K. JOHN . Is that the elder , and art thou the heir ? You came not of one mother then , it seems . 185 BAST . Most certain of one mother , mighty 181 ACT I KING JOHN .
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... thou at sir Robert ? He is sir Robert's son ; and so art thou . BAST . James Gurney , wilt thou give us leave a while ? GUR . Good leave , good Philip . BAST . Philip ? -sparrow ! -James , There's toys abroad ; anon I'll tell thee more ...
... thou at sir Robert ? He is sir Robert's son ; and so art thou . BAST . James Gurney , wilt thou give us leave a while ? GUR . Good leave , good Philip . BAST . Philip ? -sparrow ! -James , There's toys abroad ; anon I'll tell thee more ...
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Сторінка 366 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness ; Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.
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Сторінка 333 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. DUCHESS. Alack, poor Richard! where rode he the whilst? YORK. As in a theatre the eyes of men After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on gentle Richard; no man cried 'God save him!
Сторінка 341 - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world: And for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out.
Сторінка 475 - Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar ; telling us she had a good dish of prawns; whereby thou didst desire to eat some ; whereby I told thee they were ill for a green wound...
Сторінка 221 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form : Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
Сторінка 418 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus And witch the world with noble horsemanship.