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... Mistress line , is not this my jerkin ? Now is the jerkin under the line now , jerkin , you are like to lose your hair . and prove a bald jerkin . Trin . Do , do : We steal by line and level , an't like your grace . Ste . I thank thee ...
... Mistress line , is not this my jerkin ? Now is the jerkin under the line now , jerkin , you are like to lose your hair . and prove a bald jerkin . Trin . Do , do : We steal by line and level , an't like your grace . Ste . I thank thee ...
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... mistress who had supplanted me in his heart . " Though Yonge's version of the Diana was not published till 1593 , several years after the probable date of The Two Gentlemen of Verona ; ~ yet the story was generally well known ; parts of ...
... mistress who had supplanted me in his heart . " Though Yonge's version of the Diana was not published till 1593 , several years after the probable date of The Two Gentlemen of Verona ; ~ yet the story was generally well known ; parts of ...
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... mistress , that , when I look on you , I can hardly think you my master . Val . Are all these things perceiv'd in me ? Speed . They are all perceiv'd without ye . Val . Without me ? They cannot . Speed . Without you ! nay , that's ...
... mistress , that , when I look on you , I can hardly think you my master . Val . Are all these things perceiv'd in me ? Speed . They are all perceiv'd without ye . Val . Without me ? They cannot . Speed . Without you ! nay , that's ...
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William Shakespeare. Val Madam and mistress , a thousand good- morrows . Speed . [ Aside . ] O ! ' give ye good even : here's a million of manners . Sil . Sir Valentine and servant , to you two thousand . Speed . [ Aside . ] He should ...
William Shakespeare. Val Madam and mistress , a thousand good- morrows . Speed . [ Aside . ] O ! ' give ye good even : here's a million of manners . Sil . Sir Valentine and servant , to you two thousand . Speed . [ Aside . ] He should ...
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... mistress ; be moved , be moved . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . Verona . A Room in JULIA'S House . Enter PROTEUS and JULIA . Pro . Have patience , gentle Julia Jul . I must , where is no remedy . Pro . When possibly I can , I will return . Jul ...
... mistress ; be moved , be moved . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . Verona . A Room in JULIA'S House . Enter PROTEUS and JULIA . Pro . Have patience , gentle Julia Jul . I must , where is no remedy . Pro . When possibly I can , I will return . Jul ...
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Angelo Ariel Beat Beatrice Benedick better brother Caius Caliban called Claud Claudio Collier Collier's folio Demetrius Dogb dost doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy Falstaff father fool Ford friar gentleman Gentlemen of Verona give grace hath hear heart heaven Hermia Hero honour Illyria Isab King lady Laun Leon Leonato lord Love's Labour's Lost Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master master doctor means Measure for Measure merry mind Mira mistress never night old copies passage Pedro play Poet Poet's Pompey pray Proteus Prov Puck Pyramus reading SCENE sense Shakespeare Shal signior Silvia Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Toby Slen soul speak Speed spirit sweet tell Tempest thee there's Theseus thing thou art thou hast thought Thurio true Twelfth Night Valentine Winter's Tale woman word
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Сторінка 361 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Сторінка 10 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. 'The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Сторінка 90 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Сторінка 53 - Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew, by whose aid Weak masters though ye be - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt, the...
Сторінка 18 - In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling ! 'tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Сторінка 37 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometimes voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds, methought, would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that when I wak'd I cry'd to dream again. Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing.
Сторінка 5 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other; when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Сторінка 139 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there.
Сторінка 400 - 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 lxiv - Sweet Swan of Avon, what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear. And make those flights upon the banks of Thames That so did take Eliza and our James...