The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, 2±ÇTauchnitz, 1843 |
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... comes it that your kindred shun your house , As beaten hence by your strange lunacy . O , noble lord ! bethink thee of thy birth ; Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment , And banish hence these abject lowly dreams . Look how ...
... comes it that your kindred shun your house , As beaten hence by your strange lunacy . O , noble lord ! bethink thee of thy birth ; Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment , And banish hence these abject lowly dreams . Look how ...
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... Come , madam wife , sit by my side , And let the world slip : we shall ne'er be younger . ACT I. SCENE I. Padua . A public Place . Enter LUCENTIO and TRANIO . Luc . Tranio , since , for the great desire I had To see fair Padua , nursery ...
... Come , madam wife , sit by my side , And let the world slip : we shall ne'er be younger . ACT I. SCENE I. Padua . A public Place . Enter LUCENTIO and TRANIO . Luc . Tranio , since , for the great desire I had To see fair Padua , nursery ...
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... comes the rogue . Enter BIONdello . - you - Sirrah , where have been ? Bion . Where have I been ? Nay , how now ... come hither : ' t is no time to jest , And therefore frame your manners to the time . Your fellow Tranio , here , to save ...
... comes the rogue . Enter BIONdello . - you - Sirrah , where have been ? Bion . Where have I been ? Nay , how now ... come hither : ' t is no time to jest , And therefore frame your manners to the time . Your fellow Tranio , here , to save ...
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... comes there any more of it ? Page . My lord , ' t is but begun . Siy . ' Tis a very excellent piece of work , madam lady ; would ' t were done ! SCENE II . The Same . Before HORTENSIO's House . Enter PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO . Pet . Verona ...
... comes there any more of it ? Page . My lord , ' t is but begun . Siy . ' Tis a very excellent piece of work , madam lady ; would ' t were done ! SCENE II . The Same . Before HORTENSIO's House . Enter PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO . Pet . Verona ...
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... come by the worst . Pet . A senseless villain ! Good Hortensio , - I bade the rascal knock upon your gate , And could not get him for my heart to do it . - - Gru . Knock at the gate ? O heavens ! Spake you not these words plain ...
... come by the worst . Pet . A senseless villain ! Good Hortensio , - I bade the rascal knock upon your gate , And could not get him for my heart to do it . - - Gru . Knock at the gate ? O heavens ! Spake you not these words plain ...
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476 ÆäÀÌÁö - Richard : no man cried , God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home; But dust was thrown upon his sacred head , Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God , for some strong purpose , steel'd The hearts of men , they must perforce have melted , And barbarism itself have pitied him.
288 ÆäÀÌÁö - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. 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.
190 ÆäÀÌÁö - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but indeed Our shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio.
137 ÆäÀÌÁö - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not, and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.
457 ÆäÀÌÁö - My figur'd goblets for a dish of wood, My sceptre for a palmer's walking-staff, My subjects for a pair of carved saints, And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave : Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects...
289 ÆäÀÌÁö - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold...