The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, Volume 2Charles Knight, 1851 |
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... Exit BENEDICK . you . CLAUD . My liege , your highness now may do me good . D. PEDRO . My love is thine to teach ; teach it but how , And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn Any hard lesson that may do thee good . CLAUD . Hath Leonato ...
... Exit BENEDICK . you . CLAUD . My liege , your highness now may do me good . D. PEDRO . My love is thine to teach ; teach it but how , And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn Any hard lesson that may do thee good . CLAUD . Hath Leonato ...
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... Exit . BENE . Alas ! poor hurt fowl ! Now will he creep into sedges . But that my lady Beatrice should know me , and not know me ! The prince's fool ! -Ha , it may be I go under that title , because I am merry . - Yea ; but so ; I am ...
... Exit . BENE . Alas ! poor hurt fowl ! Now will he creep into sedges . But that my lady Beatrice should know me , and not know me ! The prince's fool ! -Ha , it may be I go under that title , because I am merry . - Yea ; but so ; I am ...
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... [ Exit Boy . ] -I do much wonder that one man , seeing how much another man is a fool when he dedicates his behaviours to love , will , after he hath laughed at such shallow follies in others , become the argument of his own scorn , by ...
... [ Exit Boy . ] -I do much wonder that one man , seeing how much another man is a fool when he dedicates his behaviours to love , will , after he hath laughed at such shallow follies in others , become the argument of his own scorn , by ...
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... BALTH . The best I can , my lord . D. PEDRO . Do so : farewell . [ Exit BALTHAZAR . ] Come hither , Leonato : What • The original copies read nothing . was it you told me of to - day ? SCENE III . ] 25 MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .
... BALTH . The best I can , my lord . D. PEDRO . Do so : farewell . [ Exit BALTHAZAR . ] Come hither , Leonato : What • The original copies read nothing . was it you told me of to - day ? SCENE III . ] 25 MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .
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... fare you well . [ Exit . BENE . Ha ! " Against my will , I am sent to bid you come in to dinner " —there's A Their . So the quarto ; the folio , the . a double meaning in that . " I took no 28 [ ACT II . MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .
... fare you well . [ Exit . BENE . Ha ! " Against my will , I am sent to bid you come in to dinner " —there's A Their . So the quarto ; the folio , the . a double meaning in that . " I took no 28 [ ACT II . MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .
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Page 580 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Page 284 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Page 554 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Page 424 - Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears.
Page 285 - My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0 prepare it ; My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover never flnd my grave, To weep there.