The Plays of Shakspeare, Volume 14Doubleday & McClure Company, 1897 |
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Page 14
... poor girl has lost her wits . They get him into Gherardo's house . There he is to be locked up with Isabella till he can be dressed as a maiden should be . In the Fourth Act of GP Ingannati , Fabrizio's tutor and servant quarrel over ...
... poor girl has lost her wits . They get him into Gherardo's house . There he is to be locked up with Isabella till he can be dressed as a maiden should be . In the Fourth Act of GP Ingannati , Fabrizio's tutor and servant quarrel over ...
Page 38
... poor brother ! and so , perchance , may he be . Cap . True , madam : and , to comfort you with chance , Assure yourself , after your ship did split , When you , and this poor number saved with you , Hung on our driving boat , I saw your ...
... poor brother ! and so , perchance , may he be . Cap . True , madam : and , to comfort you with chance , Assure yourself , after your ship did split , When you , and this poor number saved with you , Hung on our driving boat , I saw your ...
Page 66
... poor monster , fond as much on him As she , mistaken , seems to dote on me . What will become of this ? As I am man , My state is desperate for my master's love ; As I am woman , -now alas the day ! - What thriftless sighs shall poor ...
... poor monster , fond as much on him As she , mistaken , seems to dote on me . What will become of this ? As I am man , My state is desperate for my master's love ; As I am woman , -now alas the day ! - What thriftless sighs shall poor ...
Page 78
... poor corse , where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save , Lay me , 0 , where Sad true lover never find my grave , To weep there . Duke . There's for thy pains . Clo . No pains , sir ; I take pleasure in singing ...
... poor corse , where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save , Lay me , 0 , where Sad true lover never find my grave , To weep there . Duke . There's for thy pains . Clo . No pains , sir ; I take pleasure in singing ...
Page 96
... poor are to be proud ! If one should be a prey , how much the better To fall before the lion than the wolf ! [ Clock strikes . The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.- Be not afraid , good youth , I will not have you ; And yet ...
... poor are to be proud ! If one should be a prey , how much the better To fall before the lion than the wolf ! [ Clock strikes . The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.- Be not afraid , good youth , I will not have you ; And yet ...
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Page 78 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Page 80 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Page 19 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Page 60 - Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia ! O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me. Oli. You might do much: What is your parentage?
Page 98 - But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes.
Page 99 - 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.
Page 98 - re welcome, sir. — Give me those flowers there, Dorcas. — Reverend sirs, For you there 's rosemary and rue ; these keep Seeming and savour all the winter long : Grace and remembrance be to you both, And welcome to our shearing ! Pol.
Page 28 - What years, i' faith ? Vio. About your years, my lord. Duke. Too old, by heaven; let still the woman take An elder than herself ; so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart. For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
Page 152 - Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas ! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.