The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Band 2G. Bell, 1875 |
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... never two ladies loved as they do . Oli . Where will the old duke live ? Cha . They say , he is already in the forest of Ar- den9 , and a many merry men with him ; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England : they say , many ...
... never two ladies loved as they do . Oli . Where will the old duke live ? Cha . They say , he is already in the forest of Ar- den9 , and a many merry men with him ; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England : they say , many ...
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... never leave thee till he hath ta'en thy life by some indirect means or other : for , I assure thee , and almost with tears I speak it , there is not one so young and so villainous this day living . I speak but brotherly of him ; but ...
... never leave thee till he hath ta'en thy life by some indirect means or other : for , I assure thee , and almost with tears I speak it , there is not one so young and so villainous this day living . I speak but brotherly of him ; but ...
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... never had any ; or if he had , he had sworn it away , before ever he saw those pancakes , or that mustard . Cel . Pr'ythee , who is't that thou mean'st ! Touch . One that old Frederick , your father , loves . Cel.5 My father's love is ...
... never had any ; or if he had , he had sworn it away , before ever he saw those pancakes , or that mustard . Cel . Pr'ythee , who is't that thou mean'st ! Touch . One that old Frederick , your father , loves . Cel.5 My father's love is ...
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... never gracious 14 ; if killed , but one dead that is willing to be so ; I shall do my friends no wrong , for I have none to lament me ; the world no injury , for " This wrestling match is minutely described in Lodge's novel . 12 ...
... never gracious 14 ; if killed , but one dead that is willing to be so ; I shall do my friends no wrong , for I have none to lament me ; the world no injury , for " This wrestling match is minutely described in Lodge's novel . 12 ...
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... Never , so much as in a thought unborn , Did I offend your highness . Duke F. Thus do all traitors ; If their purgation did consist in words , They are as innocent as grace itself : - Let it suffice thee , that I trust thee not . Ros ...
... Never , so much as in a thought unborn , Did I offend your highness . Duke F. Thus do all traitors ; If their purgation did consist in words , They are as innocent as grace itself : - Let it suffice thee , that I trust thee not . Ros ...
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Seite 45 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Seite 389 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, 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 strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Seite 39 - twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Seite 46 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly.
Seite 380 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Seite 101 - This carol they began that hour, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, How that a life was but a flower In spring time, &C.
Seite 309 - 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.
Seite 45 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes , And whistles in his sound.
Seite 26 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Seite 31 - O good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion, 60 And having that, do choke their service up Even with the having: it is not so with thee.