The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, 4. kötetR. Crowder, 1772 |
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12. oldal
... Come , come , open the matter in brief ; what faid the ?: Speed . Open your purfe , that the money and the matter may be both at once delivered . Pro . Well , Sir , here is for your pains ; what faid fhe ? Speed . Truly , Sir , I think ...
... Come , come , open the matter in brief ; what faid the ?: Speed . Open your purfe , that the money and the matter may be both at once delivered . Pro . Well , Sir , here is for your pains ; what faid fhe ? Speed . Truly , Sir , I think ...
24. oldal
... comes . Enter SILVIA . Speed . Oh excellent motion ! oh exceeding puppet ! Now will he interpret to her . Val . Madam and Miftrefs , a thoufand good - mor- rows . Speed . Oh ! ' give ye good even ; here's a million of manners . Sil ...
... comes . Enter SILVIA . Speed . Oh excellent motion ! oh exceeding puppet ! Now will he interpret to her . Val . Madam and Miftrefs , a thoufand good - mor- rows . Speed . Oh ! ' give ye good even ; here's a million of manners . Sil ...
28. oldal
... come I to my father ; father , your bleffing ; now fhould not the fhoe fpeak a word for weeping ; now thould I kifs my father ; well , he weeps on ; now come I to my mo- ther ; oh that he could speak now ( 9 ) like a wood woman ! well ...
... come I to my father ; father , your bleffing ; now fhould not the fhoe fpeak a word for weeping ; now thould I kifs my father ; well , he weeps on ; now come I to my mo- ther ; oh that he could speak now ( 9 ) like a wood woman ! well ...
29. oldal
... come I to my fifter ; mark the moan fhe makes : now the dog all this while fheds not a tear , nor fpeaks a word ... Come , come away , man ; I was fent to call thee . Laun . Sir , call me what thou dar'st . Pant . Wilt thou go ? Laun ...
... come I to my fifter ; mark the moan fhe makes : now the dog all this while fheds not a tear , nor fpeaks a word ... Come , come away , man ; I was fent to call thee . Laun . Sir , call me what thou dar'st . Pant . Wilt thou go ? Laun ...
31. oldal
... comes my father . Enter the Duke . Duke . Now , daughter Silvia , you are hard befet . Sir Valentine , your father's in good health : What fay you to a letter from your friends Of much good news ? Val . My Lord , I will be thankful To ...
... comes my father . Enter the Duke . Duke . Now , daughter Silvia , you are hard befet . Sir Valentine , your father's in good health : What fay you to a letter from your friends Of much good news ? Val . My Lord , I will be thankful To ...
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118. oldal - No, sir,' quoth he, 'Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune:' And then he drew a dial from his poke, And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see...
118. oldal - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
122. oldal - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
271. oldal - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee And for thy maintenance : commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land...
151. oldal - Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night ; for good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and being taken with the cramp, was drowned, and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was — Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies ; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
151. oldal - No, faith, die by attorney. The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause.
111. oldal - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
135. oldal - Time travels in divers paces with divers persons: I'll tell you who time ambles withal, who time trots withal, who time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal.
106. oldal - The seasons' difference ; as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say "This is no flattery; these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
107. oldal - Tis right, quoth he ; this misery doth part The flux of company. Anon, a careless herd, Full of the pasture, jumps along by him, And never stays to greet him; Ay, quoth Jaques, Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens ; 'TVs just the fashion.