The Works of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Recently Discovered Portfolio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript Emendations ; with a History of the Stage, a Life of the Poet, and an Introduction to Each Play, Volume 3 |
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Thou art a fool ; she robs thee of thy name ; ( ous , And thou wilt show more bright , and seem more virtuWhen she is gone . Then , open not thy lips : Firm and irrevocable is my doom Which I have pass'd upon her . She is banish'd .
Thou art a fool ; she robs thee of thy name ; ( ous , And thou wilt show more bright , and seem more virtuWhen she is gone . Then , open not thy lips : Firm and irrevocable is my doom Which I have pass'd upon her . She is banish'd .
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... secretly o'er - heard Your daughter and her cousin much commend The parts and graces of the wrestler , That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles ; And she believes , wherever they are gone , That youth is surely in their company .
... secretly o'er - heard Your daughter and her cousin much commend The parts and graces of the wrestler , That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles ; And she believes , wherever they are gone , That youth is surely in their company .
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My lord , he is but even now gone hence : Here was he merry , hearing of a song . Duke S. If he , compact of jars , grow musical , We shall have shortly discord in the spheres.Go , seek him : tell him , I would speak with him .
My lord , he is but even now gone hence : Here was he merry , hearing of a song . Duke S. If he , compact of jars , grow musical , We shall have shortly discord in the spheres.Go , seek him : tell him , I would speak with him .
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There be some women , Silvius , had they mark'd him In parcels , as I did , would have gone near To fall in love with him ; but for my part I love him not , nor hate him not , and yet I have more cause to hate him than to love him ...
There be some women , Silvius , had they mark'd him In parcels , as I did , would have gone near To fall in love with him ; but for my part I love him not , nor hate him not , and yet I have more cause to hate him than to love him ...
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The Works of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Recently ..., Volume 3 William Shakespeare,John Payne Collier Visualização integral - 1853 |
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Página 38 - 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...
Página 26 - The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Página 370 - 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...
Página 33 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither ; Here shall he see No enemy, But winter and rough weather.
Página 273 - 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!
Página 39 - 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.