The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, with Glossorial Notes and a Sketch of the Life of Shakspeare, Volume 2Phillips, Sampson, 1854 |
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... thing , and so dance out the answer . For hear ine , Hero ; wooing , wedding , and repenting , is as a Scotch jig , a measure , and a cinque - pace : the first suit is hot and hasty , like a Scotch jig , and full as fantastical ; the ...
... thing , and so dance out the answer . For hear ine , Hero ; wooing , wedding , and repenting , is as a Scotch jig , a measure , and a cinque - pace : the first suit is hot and hasty , like a Scotch jig , and full as fantastical ; the ...
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... thing . Beat . Nay , if they lead to any ill , I will leave them at the next turning . [ Dance . Then exeunt all but ... things , Save in the office and affairs of love : ( 1 ) Accosted . ( 2 ) Carriage , demeanour . Therefore ...
... thing . Beat . Nay , if they lead to any ill , I will leave them at the next turning . [ Dance . Then exeunt all but ... things , Save in the office and affairs of love : ( 1 ) Accosted . ( 2 ) Carriage , demeanour . Therefore ...
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... things I told you of ? Beat . I cry you mercy , uncle . - By your grace's pardon . [ Exit Beatrice . D. Pedro . By my troth , a pleasant - spirited lady . Leon . There's little of the melancholy element in her , my lord : she is never ...
... things I told you of ? Beat . I cry you mercy , uncle . - By your grace's pardon . [ Exit Beatrice . D. Pedro . By my troth , a pleasant - spirited lady . Leon . There's little of the melancholy element in her , my lord : she is never ...
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... thing . Bora . Go then , find me a meet hour to draw Don Pedro and the count Claudio , alone : tell them , that you know that Hero loves me ; intend1 a kind of zeal both to the prince and Claudio , as - in love of your brother's honour ...
... thing . Bora . Go then , find me a meet hour to draw Don Pedro and the count Claudio , alone : tell them , that you know that Hero loves me ; intend1 a kind of zeal both to the prince and Claudio , as - in love of your brother's honour ...
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... thing constant never : Then sigh not so , But let them go , And be you blith and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of wo Into , Hey nonny , nonny . II . Sing no more ditties , sing no mo'l Of dumps so dull and heavy ; The fraud of men ...
... thing constant never : Then sigh not so , But let them go , And be you blith and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of wo Into , Hey nonny , nonny . II . Sing no more ditties , sing no mo'l Of dumps so dull and heavy ; The fraud of men ...
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Page 317 - 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...
Page 361 - With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Page 104 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 141 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact :< One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Page 259 - Shylock, we would have monies', You say so; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard, And foot me, as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold; monies is your suit. What should I say to you? Should I not say, Hath a dog money? is it possible, A cur can lend three thousand ducats'?
Page 253 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages, princes* palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions : I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Page 242 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Page 361 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits, and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms ; And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school ; and then, the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress...
Page 365 - Sir, I am a true labourer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness, glad of other men's good, content with my harm, and the greatest of my pride is to see my ewes graze and my lambs suck.
Page 139 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.