The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 2Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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... Touch . Mistress , you must come away to your father . Cel . Were you made the messenger ? Touch . No , by mine honour ; but I was bid to come for you . Ros . Where learned you that oath , fool ? Touch . Of a certain knight , that swore ...
... Touch . Mistress , you must come away to your father . Cel . Were you made the messenger ? Touch . No , by mine honour ; but I was bid to come for you . Ros . Where learned you that oath , fool ? Touch . Of a certain knight , that swore ...
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... Touch . Or as the destinies decree . Cel . Well said ; that was laid on with a trowel.6 Touch . Nay , if I keep not my rank , - Ros . Thou losest thy old smell . Le Beau . You amaze me , ladies : 7 I would have told you of good ...
... Touch . Or as the destinies decree . Cel . Well said ; that was laid on with a trowel.6 Touch . Nay , if I keep not my rank , - Ros . Thou losest thy old smell . Le Beau . You amaze me , ladies : 7 I would have told you of good ...
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... Touch . But what is the sport , monsieur , that the ladies have lost ? Le Beau . Why , this that I speak of . Touch : Thus men may grow wiser every day ! It is the first time that ever I heard , breaking of ribs was sport for ladies ...
... Touch . But what is the sport , monsieur , that the ladies have lost ? Le Beau . Why , this that I speak of . Touch : Thus men may grow wiser every day ! It is the first time that ever I heard , breaking of ribs was sport for ladies ...
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... Touch . For my part , I had rather bear with you , than bear you yet I should bear no cross , if I did bear you ; for , I think , you have no money in your purse . Ros . Well , this is the forest of Arden . Touch . Ay , now I am in ...
... Touch . For my part , I had rather bear with you , than bear you yet I should bear no cross , if I did bear you ; for , I think , you have no money in your purse . Ros . Well , this is the forest of Arden . Touch . Ay , now I am in ...
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... Touch . Nay , I shall ne'er be ' ware of mine own wit , till I break my shins against it . Ros . Jove ! Jove ! this shepherd's passion Is much upon my fashion . Touch . And mine ; but it grows something stale with me . Cel . I pray you ...
... Touch . Nay , I shall ne'er be ' ware of mine own wit , till I break my shins against it . Ros . Jove ! Jove ! this shepherd's passion Is much upon my fashion . Touch . And mine ; but it grows something stale with me . Cel . I pray you ...
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Page 69 - The moon shines bright: — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Page 70 - 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 7 - Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk and wot not what they are.
Page 33 - And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Page 18 - How like a fawning publican he looks! I hate him for he is a Christian; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Page 22 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath. That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 34 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes , And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Page 45 - In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil ? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament...
Page 20 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated* me About my moneys and my usances :* Still have I borne it with a patient shrug; For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat, dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say ' Shylock, we would have moneys...
Page 23 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.