The Complete Works of Shakspeare, Revised from the Best Authorities : with a Memoir, and Essay on His Genius, Volum 2Jewett, 1857 |
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Side 61
... friar , Speed . Sir , we are undone ! these are the vil- This fellow were a king for our wild faction . lains That all the travelers do fear so much . Val . My friends , - 1st Out . That's not so , sir ; we are your ene- mies . 2nd Out ...
... friar , Speed . Sir , we are undone ! these are the vil- This fellow were a king for our wild faction . lains That all the travelers do fear so much . Val . My friends , - 1st Out . That's not so , sir ; we are your ene- mies . 2nd Out ...
Side 64
... Friar Patrick's cell , Where I intend holy confession . Egl . I will not fail your ladyship ; Good morrow , gentle lady . Sil . Good morrow , kind Sir Eglamour . SCENE IV . - The same . Enter LAUNCE , with his Dog . [ Exeunt . Laun ...
... Friar Patrick's cell , Where I intend holy confession . Egl . I will not fail your ladyship ; Good morrow , gentle lady . Sil . Good morrow , kind Sir Eglamour . SCENE IV . - The same . Enter LAUNCE , with his Dog . [ Exeunt . Laun ...
Side 67
... Friar Patrick's cell should meet me . She will not fail ; for lovers break not hours , Unless it be to come before their time ; So much they spur their expedition . Enter SILVIA . See where she comes : Lady , a happy evening ! Sil ...
... Friar Patrick's cell should meet me . She will not fail ; for lovers break not hours , Unless it be to come before their time ; So much they spur their expedition . Enter SILVIA . See where she comes : Lady , a happy evening ! Sil ...
Side 168
... Friar THOMAS . [ Exeunt . Duke . No , holy father ; throw away that thought : Believe not that the dribbling dart of love Can pierce a cómplete bosom : why I desire thee To give me secret harbor , hath a purpose More grave and wrinkled ...
... Friar THOMAS . [ Exeunt . Duke . No , holy father ; throw away that thought : Believe not that the dribbling dart of love Can pierce a cómplete bosom : why I desire thee To give me secret harbor , hath a purpose More grave and wrinkled ...
Side 169
... Friar . It rested in your grace To unloose this tied - up justice when you pleased : And it in you more dreadful would have seemed Than in Lord Angelo . Duke . I do fear , too dreadful : Sith ' t was my fault to give the people scope ...
... Friar . It rested in your grace To unloose this tied - up justice when you pleased : And it in you more dreadful would have seemed Than in Lord Angelo . Duke . I do fear , too dreadful : Sith ' t was my fault to give the people scope ...
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1st Lord Angelo Antonio art thou Beat Benedick better Biron Bohemia Boyet brother Caius Caliban Claud Claudio COSTARD daughter dost doth Dromio ducats Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear fool Ford Friar gentle gentleman give grace Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honor husband Illyria Isab Kath King knave lady Laun Leon Leonato look Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master Master Doctor mistress Moth never night Padua Pedro Petruchio play Pompey pr'y thee pray prince Proteus Puck Rosalind Scene servant Shakspeare shew Shylock Signior sing Sir Toby speak Speed swear sweet tell there's Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue Tranio troth true What's wife woman word
Populære avsnitt
Side 362 - Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Side 60 - 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 helped, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.