The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, Volum 2Tauchnitz, 1843 |
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Side 7
... thou have music ? hark ! Apollo plays , And twenty caged nightingales do sing : Or wilt thou sleep ? we'll have thee to a couch , Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis . Say thou wilt walk , we will ...
... thou have music ? hark ! Apollo plays , And twenty caged nightingales do sing : Or wilt thou sleep ? we'll have thee to a couch , Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis . Say thou wilt walk , we will ...
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... thou lov'st best : see thou dissemble not . Bian . Believe me , sister , of all the men alive , I never yet beheld that special face Which I could fancy more than any other . Kath . Minion , thou liest . Is ' t not Hortensio ? Bian . If ...
... thou lov'st best : see thou dissemble not . Bian . Believe me , sister , of all the men alive , I never yet beheld that special face Which I could fancy more than any other . Kath . Minion , thou liest . Is ' t not Hortensio ? Bian . If ...
Side 29
... thou woo , and happy be thy speed ! But be thou arm'd for some unhappy words . Pet . Ay , to the proof ; as mountains are for winds , That shake not , though they blow perpetually . Re - enter HORTENSIO , with his head broken . Bap ...
... thou woo , and happy be thy speed ! But be thou arm'd for some unhappy words . Pet . Ay , to the proof ; as mountains are for winds , That shake not , though they blow perpetually . Re - enter HORTENSIO , with his head broken . Bap ...
Side 32
... thou art pleasant , gamesome , passing courteous , But slow in speech , yet sweet as spring - time flowers . Thou canst not frown , thou canst not look askance , Nor bite the lip , as angry wenches will ; Nor hast thou pleasure to be ...
... thou art pleasant , gamesome , passing courteous , But slow in speech , yet sweet as spring - time flowers . Thou canst not frown , thou canst not look askance , Nor bite the lip , as angry wenches will ; Nor hast thou pleasure to be ...
Side 47
... thou doubt it , thou may'st slide from my shoulder to my heel , with no greater a run but my head and my neck . A fire , good Curtis . Curt . Is my master and his wife coming , Grumio ? Gru . O ! ay , Curtis , ay ; and therefore fire ...
... thou doubt it , thou may'st slide from my shoulder to my heel , with no greater a run but my head and my neck . A fire , good Curtis . Curt . Is my master and his wife coming , Grumio ? Gru . O ! ay , Curtis , ay ; and therefore fire ...
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Side 476 - Richard : no man cried , God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home; But dust was thrown upon his sacred head , Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God , for some strong purpose , steel'd The hearts of men , they must perforce have melted , And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Side 288 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Side 190 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but indeed Our shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio.
Side 137 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not, and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Side 457 - My figur'd goblets for a dish of wood, My sceptre for a palmer's walking-staff, My subjects for a pair of carved saints, And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave : Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects...
Side 289 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold...