The Works of William Shakespeare: The comedy of errors. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lost. A midsummer-night's dream. The merchant of VeniceChapman and Hall, 1866 |
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... comes this night to Mes- sina I find here that Don PETER hath bestowed much honour on a young Florentine called Claudio . • Mess . Much deserved on his part , and equally remembered by Don PEDRO , " & c . THE COMEDY OF ERRORS . VOL . II ...
... comes this night to Mes- sina I find here that Don PETER hath bestowed much honour on a young Florentine called Claudio . • Mess . Much deserved on his part , and equally remembered by Don PEDRO , " & c . THE COMEDY OF ERRORS . VOL . II ...
10. oldal
... comes the almanac of my true date . Enter DROMIO of Ephesus . What now ? how chance thou art return'd so soon ... come not home ; You come not home , because you have no stomach ; You have no stomach , having broke your fast ; But we ...
... comes the almanac of my true date . Enter DROMIO of Ephesus . What now ? how chance thou art return'd so soon ... come not home ; You come not home , because you have no stomach ; You have no stomach , having broke your fast ; But we ...
11. oldal
... come to you in post ; If I return , I shall be post indeed , For she will score your fault upon my pate . Methinks your maw , like mine , should be your clock , ( 18 ) And strike you home without a messenger . Ant . S. Come , Dromio , come ...
... come to you in post ; If I return , I shall be post indeed , For she will score your fault upon my pate . Methinks your maw , like mine , should be your clock , ( 18 ) And strike you home without a messenger . Ant . S. Come , Dromio , come ...
13. oldal
... come home again , I would forbear . Adr . Patience unmov'd , no marvel though she pause ; They can be meek that have ... comes your man ; now is your husband nigh . Enter DROMIO of Ephesus . Adr . Say , is your tardy master now at hand ...
... come home again , I would forbear . Adr . Patience unmov'd , no marvel though she pause ; They can be meek that have ... comes your man ; now is your husband nigh . Enter DROMIO of Ephesus . Adr . Say , is your tardy master now at hand ...
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... comes . Enter DROMIO of Syracuse . How now , sir ! is your merry humour alter'd ? As you love strokes , so jest with me again . You know no Centaur ? you receiv'd no gold ? Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner ? My house was at ...
... comes . Enter DROMIO of Syracuse . How now , sir ! is your merry humour alter'd ? As you love strokes , so jest with me again . You know no Centaur ? you receiv'd no gold ? Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner ? My house was at ...
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Antipholus Antonio Bass Bassanio Beat Beatrice Benedick Biron Bora Boyet Claud Claudio Collier's Corrector reads Cost Costard daughter Demetrius dost doth Dromio ducats Duke editors Enter Ephesus Exam Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father fool gentle give grace Grant White Hanmer hath hear heart heaven Hermia Hero husband King lady Laun Launcelot Leon Leonato look lord Lorenzo Lysander madam Malone marry master merry mistress moon Moth Nerissa never night oath old eds Pedro Philostrate play Pompey Portia pray thee prince Puck Pyramus Pyramus and Thisbe quarto Quin Rosaline Salar SCENE second folio Shakespeare Shylock Signior soul speak speech swear sweet tell Theseus thing Thisbe thou art Titania tongue Venice villain W. N. Lettsom Walker Walker's Crit wife word
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236. oldal - 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.
410. oldal - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd 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.
282. oldal - CHORUS. 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.
400. oldal - Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway ; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
310. oldal - I had, but man is but a patch'd fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.