The tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure. Comedy of errors. Much ado about nothing. Love's labor lostG. Barrie & Son, 1894 |
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... Anne . I may not go in without your worship : they will not sit till you come . Slen . I ' faith , I'll eat nothing ; I thank you as much as though I did . Anne . I pray you , sir , walk in . 291 Slen . I had rather walk here , I thank ...
... Anne . I may not go in without your worship : they will not sit till you come . Slen . I ' faith , I'll eat nothing ; I thank you as much as though I did . Anne . I pray you , sir , walk in . 291 Slen . I had rather walk here , I thank ...
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... Anne , yourself shall go first . Anne . Not I , sir ; pray you , keep on 321 Slen . Truly , I will not go first ; truly , la ! I will not do you that wrong . Anne . I pray you , sir . Slen . some . I'll rather be unmannerly than trouble ...
... Anne , yourself shall go first . Anne . Not I , sir ; pray you , keep on 321 Slen . Truly , I will not go first ; truly , la ! I will not do you that wrong . Anne . I pray you , sir . Slen . some . I'll rather be unmannerly than trouble ...
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... Anne Page no worse fortune ! Tell Master Parson Evans I will do what I can for your master : Anne is a good girl , and I wish- Rug Re - enter RUGBY . Out , alas ! here comes my master . Quick . We shall all be shent . * Run in here ...
... Anne Page no worse fortune ! Tell Master Parson Evans I will do what I can for your master : Anne is a good girl , and I wish- Rug Re - enter RUGBY . Out , alas ! here comes my master . Quick . We shall all be shent . * Run in here ...
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... Anne Page for my master in the way of marriage . Quick . This is all , indeed , la ! but I'll ne'er put my finger in the fire , and need not . 91 Caius . Sir Hugh send - a you ? Rugby , baille me some paper . Tarry you a little - a ...
... Anne Page for my master in the way of marriage . Quick . This is all , indeed , la ! but I'll ne'er put my finger in the fire , and need not . 91 Caius . Sir Hugh send - a you ? Rugby , baille me some paper . Tarry you a little - a ...
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... Anne Page : but notwithstanding that , I know Anne's mind , -that's neither here nor there . Caius . You jack'nape , give - a this letter to Sir Hugh ; by gar , it is a shallenge : I will cut his troat in de park ; and I will teach a ...
... Anne Page : but notwithstanding that , I know Anne's mind , -that's neither here nor there . Caius . You jack'nape , give - a this letter to Sir Hugh ; by gar , it is a shallenge : I will cut his troat in de park ; and I will teach a ...
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Page 25 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
Page 513 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 42 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometime voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming. The clouds, methought, would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me ; that when I waked I cried to dream again.
Page 65 - Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant, And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer, Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
Page 512 - Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear! When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Page 228 - We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch and not their terror.
Page 115 - 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 56 - Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine, Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Page 16 - t had been done! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. PROSPERO. Abhorred slave, Which any print of goodness wilt not take, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other. When thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endowed thy purposes With words that made them known.
Page 56 - Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And '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...