The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by Henry Glassford Bell...Porteous, 1865 |
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... hath , indeed , better bettered expecta- tion than you must expect of me to tell you how . Leon . He hath an uncle here in Messina will be very much glad of it . Mess . I have already delivered him letters , and there appears much joy ...
... hath , indeed , better bettered expecta- tion than you must expect of me to tell you how . Leon . He hath an uncle here in Messina will be very much glad of it . Mess . I have already delivered him letters , and there appears much joy ...
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... hath he killed and eaten in these wars ? But how many hath he killed ? for , indeed , I promised to eat all of his killing . Leon . Faith , niece , you tax Signior Benedick too much ; but he'll be meet with you , I doubt it not . Mess ...
... hath he killed and eaten in these wars ? But how many hath he killed ? for , indeed , I promised to eat all of his killing . Leon . Faith , niece , you tax Signior Benedick too much ; but he'll be meet with you , I doubt it not . Mess ...
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... hath many times told me so . Bene . Were you in doubt , sir , that you asked her ? Leon . Signior Benedick , no ; for then were you a child . D. Pedro . You have it full , Benedick : we may guess by this what you are , being a man ...
... hath many times told me so . Bene . Were you in doubt , sir , that you asked her ? Leon . Signior Benedick , no ; for then were you a child . D. Pedro . You have it full , Benedick : we may guess by this what you are , being a man ...
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... Hath not the world one man but he will wear his cap with suspicion ? Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore again ? Go to , i'faith ; an thou wilt needs thrust thy neck into a yoke , wear the print of it , and sigh away Sundays ...
... Hath not the world one man but he will wear his cap with suspicion ? Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore again ? Go to , i'faith ; an thou wilt needs thrust thy neck into a yoke , wear the print of it , and sigh away Sundays ...
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... Hath he provided this music ? Ant . He is very busy about it . But , brother , I can tell you strange news that you yet dreamed not of . Leon . Are they good ? Ant . As the event stamps them ; but they have a good cover ; they show well ...
... Hath he provided this music ? Ant . He is very busy about it . But , brother , I can tell you strange news that you yet dreamed not of . Leon . Are they good ? Ant . As the event stamps them ; but they have a good cover ; they show well ...
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267. oldal - Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, 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.
245. 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.
278. oldal - Then the whining schoolboy, 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' 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...
94. oldal - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet...