The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, Volume 2Charles Knight, 1851 |
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... sweet Benedick !. God give me patience ! " LEON . She doth indeed ; my daughter says so : and the ecstacy hath so much overborne her , that my daughter is sometime afeard she will do a desperate outrage to herself . It is very true . D ...
... sweet Benedick !. God give me patience ! " LEON . She doth indeed ; my daughter says so : and the ecstacy hath so much overborne her , that my daughter is sometime afeard she will do a desperate outrage to herself . It is very true . D ...
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... sweet bait that we lay for it.- URS . No , truly , Ursula , she is too disdainful ; I know , her spirits are as coy and wild As haggards of the rock 14 . But are you sure , That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely ? HERO . So says the ...
... sweet bait that we lay for it.- URS . No , truly , Ursula , she is too disdainful ; I know , her spirits are as coy and wild As haggards of the rock 14 . But are you sure , That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely ? HERO . So says the ...
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... sweet youth's in love . D. PEDRO . The greatest note of it is his melancholy . CLAUD . And when was he wont to wash his face ? D. PEDRO . Yea , or to paint himself ? for the which , I hear what they say of him . CLAUD . Nay , but his ...
... sweet youth's in love . D. PEDRO . The greatest note of it is his melancholy . CLAUD . And when was he wont to wash his face ? D. PEDRO . Yea , or to paint himself ? for the which , I hear what they say of him . CLAUD . Nay , but his ...
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... sweet Hero . HERO . Why , how now ! do you speak in the sick tune ? BEAT . I am out of all other tune , methinks . MARG . Clap us into- " Light o ' love ; " 19 that goes without a burthen ; do you sing it , and I'll dance it . BEAT ...
... sweet Hero . HERO . Why , how now ! do you speak in the sick tune ? BEAT . I am out of all other tune , methinks . MARG . Clap us into- " Light o ' love ; " 19 that goes without a burthen ; do you sing it , and I'll dance it . BEAT ...
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... Sweet prince , you learn me noble thankfulness . There , Leonato , take her back again ; Give not this rotten orange to your friend ; She's but the sign and semblance of her honour : Behold , how like a maid she blushes here : O , what ...
... Sweet prince , you learn me noble thankfulness . There , Leonato , take her back again ; Give not this rotten orange to your friend ; She's but the sign and semblance of her honour : Behold , how like a maid she blushes here : O , what ...
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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.