Midsummer night's dream. Merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night; or, What you willG. Barrie & Son, 1894 |
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... LUCENTIO , Son to Vincentio , in love with Bianca . PETRUCHIO , a gentleman of Verona , a suitor to Katharina . GREMIO , HORTENSIO , TRANIO , suitors to Bianca GRUMIO , CURTIS , servants to Lucentio . servants to Petruchio . A Pedant ...
... LUCENTIO , Son to Vincentio , in love with Bianca . PETRUCHIO , a gentleman of Verona , a suitor to Katharina . GREMIO , HORTENSIO , TRANIO , suitors to Bianca GRUMIO , CURTIS , servants to Lucentio . servants to Petruchio . A Pedant ...
Page 227
... LUCENTIO and his man TRANIO . Luc . Tranio , since for the great desire I had To see fair Padua , nursery of arts , I am arrived for fruitful Lombardy , The pleasant garden of great Italy ; And by my father's love and leave am arm'd ...
... LUCENTIO and his man TRANIO . Luc . Tranio , since for the great desire I had To see fair Padua , nursery of arts , I am arrived for fruitful Lombardy , The pleasant garden of great Italy ; And by my father's love and leave am arm'd ...
Page 228
... LUCENTIO and TRANIO stand by . Bap . Gentlemen , importune me no farther , For how I firmly am resolved you know ; That is , not to bestow my youngest daughter 50 Before I have a husband for the elder : If either of you both love ...
... LUCENTIO and TRANIO stand by . Bap . Gentlemen , importune me no farther , For how I firmly am resolved you know ; That is , not to bestow my youngest daughter 50 Before I have a husband for the elder : If either of you both love ...
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... Lucentio , Because so well I love Lucentio . 210 220 Luc . Tranio , be so , because Lucentio loves : And let me be a slave , to achieve that maid Whose sudden sight hath thrall'd my wounded eye . Here comes the rogue . Enter BIONDELLO ...
... Lucentio , Because so well I love Lucentio . 210 220 Luc . Tranio , be so , because Lucentio loves : And let me be a slave , to achieve that maid Whose sudden sight hath thrall'd my wounded eye . Here comes the rogue . Enter BIONDELLO ...
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... Lucentio . 249 Luc . Tranio , let's go : one thing more rests , that thyself execute , to make one among these wooers : if thou ask me why , sufficeth , my rea- sons are both good and weighty . [ Exeunt . The presenters above speak ...
... Lucentio . 249 Luc . Tranio , let's go : one thing more rests , that thyself execute , to make one among these wooers : if thou ask me why , sufficeth , my rea- sons are both good and weighty . [ Exeunt . The presenters above speak ...
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Page 170 - And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Page 131 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Page 406 - 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 ! Duke.
Page 35 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet...
Page 167 - And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, " It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags: '"Tis but an hour ago since it was nine ; And after one hour more '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.
Page 74 - 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.