The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, Volume 2Charles Knight, 1851 |
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... pray you , is signior Montanto returned from the wars , or no ? MESS . I know none of that name , lady ; there was none such in the army of any sort c . LEON . What is he that you ask for , niece ? HERO . My cousin means signior ...
... pray you , is signior Montanto returned from the wars , or no ? MESS . I know none of that name , lady ; there was none such in the army of any sort c . LEON . What is he that you ask for , niece ? HERO . My cousin means signior ...
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... pray thee , speak in sober judgment . BENE . Why , i ' faith , methinks she's too low for a high praise , too brown for a fair praise , and too little for a great praise : only this commendation I can afford her : that were she other ...
... pray thee , speak in sober judgment . BENE . Why , i ' faith , methinks she's too low for a high praise , too brown for a fair praise , and too little for a great praise : only this commendation I can afford her : that were she other ...
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... pray you , what is he ? BEAT . Why , he is the prince's jester : a very dull fool ; only his gift is in devis- ing impossible slanders : none but libertines delight in him ; and the com- mendation is not in his wit but in his villainy ...
... pray you , what is he ? BEAT . Why , he is the prince's jester : a very dull fool ; only his gift is in devis- ing impossible slanders : none but libertines delight in him ; and the com- mendation is not in his wit but in his villainy ...
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... tax not so bad a voice To slander music any more than once . D. PEDRO . It is the witness still of excellency , To put a strange face on his own perfection : - 1 I pray thee , sing , and let me woo 24 [ лст п . MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .
... tax not so bad a voice To slander music any more than once . D. PEDRO . It is the witness still of excellency , To put a strange face on his own perfection : - 1 I pray thee , sing , and let me woo 24 [ лст п . MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .
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... pray God , his bad voice bode no mischief ! I had as lief have heard the night - raven , come what plague could have come after it . D. PEDRO . Yea , marry [ to CLAUDIO . ] ; - Dost thou hear , Balthazar ? I pray thee , get us some ...
... pray God , his bad voice bode no mischief ! I had as lief have heard the night - raven , come what plague could have come after it . D. PEDRO . Yea , marry [ to CLAUDIO . ] ; - Dost thou hear , Balthazar ? I pray thee , get us some ...
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Page 580 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Page 284 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Page 554 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Page 424 - Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears.
Page 285 - My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0 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 strewn; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover never flnd my grave, To weep there.