The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Band 5R. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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... Feran . Twenty good - morrows to my lovely Kate . " Kate . You jeast I am sure ; is she yours already ? " Feran . I tel thee Kate , I know thou lov'st me well . " Kate . The divel you do ; who told you so ? " Feran . My mind , sweet ...
... Feran . Twenty good - morrows to my lovely Kate . " Kate . You jeast I am sure ; is she yours already ? " Feran . I tel thee Kate , I know thou lov'st me well . " Kate . The divel you do ; who told you so ? " Feran . My mind , sweet ...
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... Feran . No , Kate , this hand is mine , and I thy love . " Kate . Yfaith , sir , no ; the woodcocke wants his taile . Feran . But yet his bil will serve , if the other faile . 66 66 66 Alfon . How now , Ferando ? what [ says ] my ...
... Feran . No , Kate , this hand is mine , and I thy love . " Kate . Yfaith , sir , no ; the woodcocke wants his taile . Feran . But yet his bil will serve , if the other faile . 66 66 66 Alfon . How now , Ferando ? what [ says ] my ...
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... Feran . Good morrow , father : Polidor well met , " You wonder , I know , that I have staide so long , " Alfon . Yea , marry sonne : we were almost persuaded " That we should scarce have had our bridegroome heere : " But say , why art ...
... Feran . Good morrow , father : Polidor well met , " You wonder , I know , that I have staide so long , " Alfon . Yea , marry sonne : we were almost persuaded " That we should scarce have had our bridegroome heere : " But say , why art ...
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... Feran . Tush , Polidor : I have as many sutes " Fantastike made to fit my humour So , " As any in Athens ; and as richly wrought " As was the massie robe that late adorn'd " The stately legat of the Persian king . " And this from them I ...
... Feran . Tush , Polidor : I have as many sutes " Fantastike made to fit my humour So , " As any in Athens ; and as richly wrought " As was the massie robe that late adorn'd " The stately legat of the Persian king . " And this from them I ...
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... Feran . Sirra , go and make readie my horse presently . * * * * * " San . Shall I give them another peck of provender . " Feran . Out slave , and bring them presently to the door . " So , in a Commemoration of Sir Philip Sidney , by B ...
... Feran . Sirra , go and make readie my horse presently . * * * * * " San . Shall I give them another peck of provender . " Feran . Out slave , and bring them presently to the door . " So , in a Commemoration of Sir Philip Sidney , by B ...
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Seite 236 - 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.
Seite 75 - 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. If a Jew wrong a Christian,...
Seite 18 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes
Seite 184 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Seite 25 - 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. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Seite 223 - 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 141 - By the sweet power of music: therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones and floods; Since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature.
Seite 205 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength, And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Seite 75 - He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million ; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies ; and what's his reason * ? I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions...
Seite 520 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband: And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, And not obedient to his honest will, What is she but a foul contending rebel, And graceless traitor to her loving lord ? — I am ashamed that women are so simple To offer war where they should kneel for peace ; Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.