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 3Redfield, 1853 |
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... honour if he come in : therefore , out of my love to you I came hither to acquaint you withal , that either you might stay him from his intendment , or brook such disgrace well as he shall run into , in that it is a thing of his own ...
... honour if he come in : therefore , out of my love to you I came hither to acquaint you withal , that either you might stay him from his intendment , or brook such disgrace well as he shall run into , in that it is a thing of his own ...
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... honour , I will ; and when I break that bath let me turn monster . Therefore , my sweet Rose , my dear Rose , be merry . Ros . From henceforth I will , coz , and devise sports . Let me see ; what think you of falling in love ? Cel ...
... honour , I will ; and when I break that bath let me turn monster . Therefore , my sweet Rose , my dear Rose , be merry . Ros . From henceforth I will , coz , and devise sports . Let me see ; what think you of falling in love ? Cel ...
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... honour ; but I was bid to come for you . Ros . Where learned you that oath , fool ? Touch . Of a certain knight , that swore by his honour they were good pancakes , and swore by his honour the mustard was naught : now , I'll stand to it ...
... honour ; but I was bid to come for you . Ros . Where learned you that oath , fool ? Touch . Of a certain knight , that swore by his honour they were good pancakes , and swore by his honour the mustard was naught : now , I'll stand to it ...
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... honour him enough . Speak no more of him : you'll be whipped for taxation , one of these days . Touch . The more pity , that fools may not speak wisely , what wise men do foolishly . Cel . By my troth , thou say'st true ; for since the ...
... honour him enough . Speak no more of him : you'll be whipped for taxation , one of these days . Touch . The more pity , that fools may not speak wisely , what wise men do foolishly . Cel . By my troth , thou say'st true ; for since the ...
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... honour , And in the greatness of my word , you die . [ Exeunt Duke FREDERICK and Lords . Cel . O , my poor Rosalind ! whither wilt thou go ? Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine . I charge thee , be not thou more grieved ...
... honour , And in the greatness of my word , you die . [ Exeunt Duke FREDERICK and Lords . Cel . O , my poor Rosalind ! whither wilt thou go ? Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine . I charge thee , be not thou more grieved ...
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.