The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 9 |
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Give me your hand ; I ' ll privily away : I love the people , But do not like to stage
me to their eyes : Though it do well , I do not relish well Their loud applause , and
aves vehement ; Nor do I think the man of safe discretion , That does affect it .
Give me your hand ; I ' ll privily away : I love the people , But do not like to stage
me to their eyes : Though it do well , I do not relish well Their loud applause , and
aves vehement ; Nor do I think the man of safe discretion , That does affect it .
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Why give you me this shame ? Think you I can a resolution fetch From flowery
tenderness ? If I must die , I will encounter darkness as a bride , And hug it in
mine arms . Isab . There spake my brother ; there my father ' s grave Did utter
forth a ...
Why give you me this shame ? Think you I can a resolution fetch From flowery
tenderness ? If I must die , I will encounter darkness as a bride , And hug it in
mine arms . Isab . There spake my brother ; there my father ' s grave Did utter
forth a ...
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This nor hurts him , nor profits you a jote Forbear it therefore ; give your cause to
heaven . Mark what I say ; which you shall find By every syllable , a faithful verity :
The duke comes home to - morrow ; - nay , dry your eyes ; One of our convent ...
This nor hurts him , nor profits you a jote Forbear it therefore ; give your cause to
heaven . Mark what I say ; which you shall find By every syllable , a faithful verity :
The duke comes home to - morrow ; - nay , dry your eyes ; One of our convent ...
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Shall satisfy your father . Per . Happy be you ! All , that you speak , shows fair .
Cam . Who have we here ? - [ Seeing AUTOLYCUS . We ' ll make an instrument
of this ; omit Nothing , may give us aid . Aut . If SOENE III . 195 WINTER ' S TALE .
Shall satisfy your father . Per . Happy be you ! All , that you speak , shows fair .
Cam . Who have we here ? - [ Seeing AUTOLYCUS . We ' ll make an instrument
of this ; omit Nothing , may give us aid . Aut . If SOENE III . 195 WINTER ' S TALE .
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... and they often give us soldiers the lie : but we pay them for it with stamped coin
, not stabbing steel ; therefore they do not give us the lie . Clo . Your worship had
like to have given us one , if you had not taken yourself with the manner . Shep .
... and they often give us soldiers the lie : but we pay them for it with stamped coin
, not stabbing steel ; therefore they do not give us the lie . Clo . Your worship had
like to have given us one , if you had not taken yourself with the manner . Shep .
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Angelo answer Attendants Bawd bear better blood bring brother Camillo child Claudio comes Corn daughter dear death dost doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fault fear fellow Fool fortune friar Gent give Gloster gone grace hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hence highness hold honour I'll Isab justice keep Kent kind king lady Lear leave Leon live look lord Lucio madam maid marry master means nature never night noble Officers pardon Paul poor pray present prince prison Prov Provost queen SCENE seems Serv servant Shep sister speak stand stay Stew strange tell thank thee there's thine thing thou art thought true What's wife
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Página 344 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Página 51 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Página 299 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. Off, off, you lendings! come, unbutton here.
Página 297 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Página 338 - Pray, do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward ; and, to deal plainly, I fear, I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks, I should know you, and know this man ; Yet I am doubtful...
Página 21 - We must not make a scare-crow of the law. Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Página 326 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Página 66 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Página 291 - Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then, let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.
Página 162 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.