The dramatic works of William Shakespeare, revised with notes by S.W. Singer. With a life by W.W. Lloyd, Bind 3 |
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Side 13
... Mistress , you must come away to your fa- ther . Cel . Were you made the messenger ? Touch . No , by mine honour ; but I was bid to come for you . Ros . Where learned you that oath , fool ? Touch . Of . a certain knight , that swore by ...
... Mistress , you must come away to your fa- ther . Cel . Were you made the messenger ? Touch . No , by mine honour ; but I was bid to come for you . Ros . Where learned you that oath , fool ? Touch . Of . a certain knight , that swore by ...
Side 19
... mistress shall be happy . Ros . Gentleman , [ Giving him a Chain from her neck . Wear this for me ; one out of suits with fortune 16 ; That could give more , but that her hand lacks means.- Shall we go , coz ? Cel . Ay - Fare you well ...
... mistress shall be happy . Ros . Gentleman , [ Giving him a Chain from her neck . Wear this for me ; one out of suits with fortune 16 ; That could give more , but that her hand lacks means.- Shall we go , coz ? Cel . Ay - Fare you well ...
Side 23
... Mistress , dispatch you with your safest3 haste , And get you from our court . Ros . Duke F. Me , uncle ? You , cousin ; Within these ten days if that thou be'st found So near our public court as twenty miles , Thou diest for it . Ros ...
... Mistress , dispatch you with your safest3 haste , And get you from our court . Ros . Duke F. Me , uncle ? You , cousin ; Within these ten days if that thou be'st found So near our public court as twenty miles , Thou diest for it . Ros ...
Side 30
... mistress . 2 Lord . My lord , the roynish1 clown , at whom so oft Your grace was wont to laugh , is also missing . Hesperia , the princess ' gentlewoman , Confesses , that she secretly o'er - heard Your daughter and her cousin much ...
... mistress . 2 Lord . My lord , the roynish1 clown , at whom so oft Your grace was wont to laugh , is also missing . Hesperia , the princess ' gentlewoman , Confesses , that she secretly o'er - heard Your daughter and her cousin much ...
Side 35
... mistress ' praise , Thou hast not lov'd : Or if thou hast not broke from company , Abruptly , as my passion now makes me , Thou hast not lov'd : O Phebe , Phebe , Phebe ! [ Exit SILVIUS . Ros . Alas , poor shepherd ! searching of thy ...
... mistress ' praise , Thou hast not lov'd : Or if thou hast not broke from company , Abruptly , as my passion now makes me , Thou hast not lov'd : O Phebe , Phebe , Phebe ! [ Exit SILVIUS . Ros . Alas , poor shepherd ! searching of thy ...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Revised with Notes by S. W ... William Shakespeare Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2013 |
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aglet Baptista BERTRAM better Bian Bianca Bion Biondello brother Clown Cotgrave Count daughter doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fool fortune gentleman give Grumio hand hath hear heart Helen hither honour Hortensio Illyria Kate Kath KATHARINA King knave lady Lafeu lord Love's Labour's Lost Lucentio madam maid Malvolio marry master means mistress never night old copy reads Olivia Orlando Padua Parolles Petruchio Phebe play pr'ythee pray Re-enter Rosalind Rousillon SCENE second folio servant Shakespeare Signior Sir Andrew SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Toby SIR TOBY BELCH sirrah speak swear sweet tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast Touch Tranio Troilus and Cressida Twelfth Night Vincentio VIOLA wife word youth
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Side 47 - 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...
Side 351 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Side 41 - 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.
Side 311 - 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.
Side 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.
Side 47 - 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.
Side 28 - 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.
Side 48 - 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.
Side 389 - 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.
Side 33 - 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.