The Works of William Shakespeare, Band 2Chapman and Hall, 1866 |
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... COSTARD , a clown . MоTH , page to Armado . A Forester . Princess of France . ROSALINE , MARIA , KATHARINE , ladies attending on the Princess . JAQUENETTA , a country wench . Lords , Attendants , & c . SCENE - Navarre . LOVE'S LABOUR'S ...
... COSTARD , a clown . MоTH , page to Armado . A Forester . Princess of France . ROSALINE , MARIA , KATHARINE , ladies attending on the Princess . JAQUENETTA , a country wench . Lords , Attendants , & c . SCENE - Navarre . LOVE'S LABOUR'S ...
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... Costard the swain and he shall be our sport ; And , so to study , three years is but short . Enter DULL with a letter , and COSTARD . Dull SCENE 1. ] 167 LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST .
... Costard the swain and he shall be our sport ; And , so to study , three years is but short . Enter DULL with a letter , and COSTARD . Dull SCENE 1. ] 167 LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST .
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William Shakespeare. Enter DULL with a letter , and COSTARD . Dull . Which is the duke's own person ? Biron . This , fellow : what wouldst ? Dull . I myself reprehend his own person ... Costard yet . King 168 [ ACT I. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST .
William Shakespeare. Enter DULL with a letter , and COSTARD . Dull . Which is the duke's own person ? Biron . This , fellow : what wouldst ? Dull . I myself reprehend his own person ... Costard yet . King 168 [ ACT I. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST .
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... Costard , " Cost . O , me . King . [ reads ] " sorted and consorted , contrary to thy estab- lished proclaimed edict and continent canon , with - with , ( 19 ) -O , with - but with this I passion to say wherewith , ❞— Cost . With a ...
... Costard , " Cost . O , me . King . [ reads ] " sorted and consorted , contrary to thy estab- lished proclaimed edict and continent canon , with - with , ( 19 ) -O , with - but with this I passion to say wherewith , ❞— Cost . With a ...
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... Costard : she deserves well . Moth . [ aside ] To be whipped ; and yet a better love than my master . Arm . Sing , boy ; my spirit grows heavy in love . Moth . And that's great marvel , loving a light wench . Arm . I say , sing . Moth ...
... Costard : she deserves well . Moth . [ aside ] To be whipped ; and yet a better love than my master . Arm . Sing , boy ; my spirit grows heavy in love . Moth . And that's great marvel , loving a light wench . Arm . I say , sing . Moth ...
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Seite 410 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Seite 236 - 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...
Seite 278 - 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.
Seite 236 - 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-who; Tu-whit, To-who'- A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Seite 399 - Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway ; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Seite 354 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more, for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
Seite 312 - 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...
Seite 378 - I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Seite 278 - That very time I saw, (but thou couldst not,) Flying between the cold -moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon ; And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Seite 282 - CHORUS. Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.