Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure. Comedy of errors. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lost. Midsummer night's dream. Merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night. A winter's tale. King John. King Richard II. First and second parts of King Henry IV. King Henry V. First and second parts of King Henry VIG. Routledge & sons, limited, 1875 |
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... wife , The masters of some merchant , and the merchant , Have just our theme of woe : but for the miracle , I mean our preservation , few in millions Can speak like us : then wisely , good sir , weigh Our sorrow with our comfort . Alon ...
... wife , The masters of some merchant , and the merchant , Have just our theme of woe : but for the miracle , I mean our preservation , few in millions Can speak like us : then wisely , good sir , weigh Our sorrow with our comfort . Alon ...
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... wife of Jupiter ; Who , with thy saffron wings , upon my flowers Diffusest honey - drops , refreshing showers ; And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown My bosky acres , and my unshrubb'd down , Rich scarf to my proud earth : Why ...
... wife of Jupiter ; Who , with thy saffron wings , upon my flowers Diffusest honey - drops , refreshing showers ; And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown My bosky acres , and my unshrubb'd down , Rich scarf to my proud earth : Why ...
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... wife as your fair daughter : Cannot your grace win her to fancy him ? Duke . No , trust me ; she is peevish , sullen , fro- Proud , disobedient , stubborn , lacking duty ; Neither regarding that she is my child , Nor fearing me as if I ...
... wife as your fair daughter : Cannot your grace win her to fancy him ? Duke . No , trust me ; she is peevish , sullen , fro- Proud , disobedient , stubborn , lacking duty ; Neither regarding that she is my child , Nor fearing me as if I ...
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... wife ; I spy entertainment in her ; she discourses , she carves , she gives the leer of invitation : I can construe the action of her familiar style ; and the hardest voice of her be- haviour , to be English'd rightly , is , I am sir ...
... wife ; I spy entertainment in her ; she discourses , she carves , she gives the leer of invitation : I can construe the action of her familiar style ; and the hardest voice of her be- haviour , to be English'd rightly , is , I am sir ...
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... wife . Ford . Why , sir , my wife is not young . Pist . He woos both high and low , both rich and poor , Both young and old , one with another , Ford ; He loves thy galley - mawfry ; Ford , perpend . Ford . Love my wife ? Pist . With ...
... wife . Ford . Why , sir , my wife is not young . Pist . He woos both high and low , both rich and poor , Both young and old , one with another , Ford ; He loves thy galley - mawfry ; Ford , perpend . Ford . Love my wife ? Pist . With ...
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Page 374 - Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; But you, at your sick service, had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love, And call it cunning. Do, an' if you will ; If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, Why, then you must.
Page 223 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...