Dramatic Works: To which is Prefixed a Life of the Author, 1. kötetA. Millar, 1798 |
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244. oldal
... Catb . Hail , royal sir . If the king of Sicily escape this dreadful tempest , I shall esteem him a favourite of the gods , and his penitence effectual . Polix . Of that fatal country Sicily , and of its penitent ( as we must think him ) ...
... Catb . Hail , royal sir . If the king of Sicily escape this dreadful tempest , I shall esteem him a favourite of the gods , and his penitence effectual . Polix . Of that fatal country Sicily , and of its penitent ( as we must think him ) ...
276. oldal
... Catb'rine ; if y Maugre my plan and honest declaration , You have my free consent , win her , and wed her . Pet . Signior Baptista , thus it stands with me . Antbonio , my father , is deceased ; You knew him well , and knowing him ...
... Catb'rine ; if y Maugre my plan and honest declaration , You have my free consent , win her , and wed her . Pet . Signior Baptista , thus it stands with me . Antbonio , my father , is deceased ; You knew him well , and knowing him ...
279. oldal
... Catb . How ! turn'dadrift , nor know my fathers house ! Reduc'd to this , or none , the maids last prayer ; Sent to be woo'd like bear unto the stake ? Trim wooing like to be ! and he the bear , For I shall bait him - yet the man's a ...
... Catb . How ! turn'dadrift , nor know my fathers house ! Reduc'd to this , or none , the maids last prayer ; Sent to be woo'd like bear unto the stake ? Trim wooing like to be ! and he the bear , For I shall bait him - yet the man's a ...
280. oldal
... Catb . A joint - stool . Pet . Thou hast hit it ; come , sit on me . Catb . Asses are made to bear , and so are you . Pet . Women are made to bear , and so are you . Alas , good Kate , I will not burthen thee , For knowing thee to be ...
... Catb . A joint - stool . Pet . Thou hast hit it ; come , sit on me . Catb . Asses are made to bear , and so are you . Pet . Women are made to bear , and so are you . Alas , good Kate , I will not burthen thee , For knowing thee to be ...
281. oldal
... Catb . A witty mother , witless else her son . Pet . Am I not wise ? Catb . Yes , in your own conceit ; Keep yourself warm with that , or else you'll freeze , Pet . Or rather warm me in thy arms , my Kate ! And therefore setting all ...
... Catb . A witty mother , witless else her son . Pet . Am I not wise ? Catb . Yes , in your own conceit ; Keep yourself warm with that , or else you'll freeze , Pet . Or rather warm me in thy arms , my Kate ! And therefore setting all ...
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106. oldal - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
221. oldal - Ah me! for aught that ever I could read. Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But, either it was different in blood; Her.
297. oldal - Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor : For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich ; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit. What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful ? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye ? O, no, good Kate ; neither art thou the worse For this poor furniture, and mean array.
145. oldal - O my love! my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
106. oldal - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
118. oldal - tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door ; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve : ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o...
97. oldal - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's...
104. oldal - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
105. oldal - How cam'st thou hither, tell me ? and wherefore ? The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb ; And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
136. oldal - Alack, alack ! is it not like that I, So early waking, what with loathsome smells, And shrieks like mandrakes...