The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Measure for measure. Midsummer-night's dream. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lostC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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... Hero , Leonato's short daughter . Claud . If this were so , so were it uttered . Bene . Like the old tale , my lord : it is not so , nor ' twas not so ; but , indeed , God forbid it should be so 21 . Claud . If my passion change not ...
... Hero , Leonato's short daughter . Claud . If this were so , so were it uttered . Bene . Like the old tale , my lord : it is not so , nor ' twas not so ; but , indeed , God forbid it should be so 21 . Claud . If my passion change not ...
Page 128
... Hero , she's his only heir ; Dost thou affect her , Claudio ? Claud . O my lord , When you went onward on this ended ... Hero is , Saying , I lik'd her ere I went to wars . D. Pedro . Thou wilt be like a lover presently , And tire the ...
... Hero , she's his only heir ; Dost thou affect her , Claudio ? Claud . O my lord , When you went onward on this ended ... Hero is , Saying , I lik'd her ere I went to wars . D. Pedro . Thou wilt be like a lover presently , And tire the ...
Page 129
... Hero I am Claudio ; And in her bosom I'll unclasp my heart , And take her hearing prisoner with the force And strong encounter of my amorous tale : Then , after , to her father will I break ; And , the conclusion is , she shall be thine ...
... Hero I am Claudio ; And in her bosom I'll unclasp my heart , And take her hearing prisoner with the force And strong encounter of my amorous tale : Then , after , to her father will I break ; And , the conclusion is , she shall be thine ...
Page 132
... Hero , the daughter and heir of Leonato . D. John . A very forward March chick ! How came you to this ? 8 Bora . Being entertained for a perfumer , as I was smoking a musty room , comes me the prince and Claudio , hand in hand , in sad ...
... Hero , the daughter and heir of Leonato . D. John . A very forward March chick ! How came you to this ? 8 Bora . Being entertained for a perfumer , as I was smoking a musty room , comes me the prince and Claudio , hand in hand , in sad ...
Page 133
... HERO , BEATRICE , and others . Leon . Was not count John here at supper ? Ant . I saw him not . Beat . How tartly that gentleman looks ! I never can see him , but I am heart - burned an hour after . Hero . He is of a very melancholy ...
... HERO , BEATRICE , and others . Leon . Was not count John here at supper ? Ant . I saw him not . Beat . How tartly that gentleman looks ! I never can see him , but I am heart - burned an hour after . Hero . He is of a very melancholy ...
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Page 6 - 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 413 - When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall. And milk comes frozen home in pail...
Page 246 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
Page 235 - Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours. I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Page 305 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest, Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor, Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Page 54 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling...
Page 412 - 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 151 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore; To one thing constant never: Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into, Hey nonny, nonny. II. Sing no more ditties, sing no mo...
Page 168 - Why, then take no note of him, but let him go ; and presently call the rest of the watch together, and thank God you are rid of a knave.
Page 50 - Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum, For ending thee no sooner. Thou hast nor youth nor age; But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both ; for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms Of palsied eld ; and when thou art old and rich, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this That bears the name of life ? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths ; yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even.