The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 1American book exchange, 1881 |
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Page 82
... lady , Love hath twenty pair of eyes . Thu. They say that Love hath not an eye at all . Val . To see such lovers , Thurio , as yourself : Upon a homely object Love can wink . Sil . Have done , have done ; here comes the gentleman ...
... lady , Love hath twenty pair of eyes . Thu. They say that Love hath not an eye at all . Val . To see such lovers , Thurio , as yourself : Upon a homely object Love can wink . Sil . Have done , have done ; here comes the gentleman ...
Page 83
... lady but too mean a servant To have a look of such a worthy mistress . Val . Leave off discourse of disability : Sweet lady , entertain him for your servant . Pro . My duty will I boast of ; nothing else . Si . And duty never yet did ...
... lady but too mean a servant To have a look of such a worthy mistress . Val . Leave off discourse of disability : Sweet lady , entertain him for your servant . Pro . My duty will I boast of ; nothing else . Si . And duty never yet did ...
Page 84
... lady's train , lest the base earth Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss And , of so great a favour growing proud , Disdain to root the summer - swelling flower And make rough winter everlastingly . Pro . Why , Valentine , what ...
... lady's train , lest the base earth Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss And , of so great a favour growing proud , Disdain to root the summer - swelling flower And make rough winter everlastingly . Pro . Why , Valentine , what ...
Page 99
... lady's chamber - window After your dire - lamenting elegies , With some sweet concert ; to their instruments Tune a deploring dump : the night's dead silence Will well become such sweet - complaining grievance . This , or else nothing ...
... lady's chamber - window After your dire - lamenting elegies , With some sweet concert ; to their instruments Tune a deploring dump : the night's dead silence Will well become such sweet - complaining grievance . This , or else nothing ...
Page 104
... lady , if you knew his pure heart's truth , You would quickly learn to know him by his voice . Sil . Sir Proteus , as I take it . Pro . Sir Proteus , gentle lady , and your servant . Sil . What's your will ? Pro . That I may compass ...
... lady , if you knew his pure heart's truth , You would quickly learn to know him by his voice . Sil . Sir Proteus , as I take it . Pro . Sir Proteus , gentle lady , and your servant . Sil . What's your will ? Pro . That I may compass ...
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Page 520 - Therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods ; Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted.
Page 220 - Take, O, 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 sealed in vain, sealed in vain.
Page 519 - 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 493 - If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Page 581 - When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring. Between the acres of the rye, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, These pretty country folks would lie, In spring time, &c.
Page 103 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling : She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling : To her let us garlands bring.
Page 579 - tis true : there was never any thing so sudden but the fight • of two rams and Caesar's thrasonical brag of ' I came, saw, and overcame :' for your brother and my sister no sooner met but they looked, no sooner looked but they loved, no sooner loved but they sighed, no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason, no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy...
Page 739 - 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 182 - That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Page 57 - twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar: graves at my command Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth By my so potent art.