The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by Henry Glassford Bell...Porteous, 1865 |
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7. oldal
... husband , have you ? Claud . I would scarce trust myself , though I had sworn the contrary , if Hero would be my wife . Bene . Is it come to this , i'faith ? Hath not the world one man but he will wear his cap with suspicion ? Shall I ...
... husband , have you ? Claud . I would scarce trust myself , though I had sworn the contrary , if Hero would be my wife . Bene . Is it come to this , i'faith ? Hath not the world one man but he will wear his cap with suspicion ? Shall I ...
12. oldal
... husband ; for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening . Lord ! I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face : I had rather lie in the woollen . Leon . You may light upon a husband that hath 12 ACT ...
... husband ; for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening . Lord ! I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face : I had rather lie in the woollen . Leon . You may light upon a husband that hath 12 ACT ...
13. oldal
... husband . Beat . Not till God make men of some other metal than earth . Would it not grieve a woman to be over - mastered with a piece of valiant dust ! to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl ! No , uncle , I'll none ...
... husband . Beat . Not till God make men of some other metal than earth . Would it not grieve a woman to be over - mastered with a piece of valiant dust ! to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl ! No , uncle , I'll none ...
18. oldal
... a corner and cry heigh - ho ! for a husband . D. Pedro . Lady Beatrice , I will get you one . Beat . I would rather have one of your father's getting . Hath your grace ne'er a brother like you ? Your 18 ACT II . MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .
... a corner and cry heigh - ho ! for a husband . D. Pedro . Lady Beatrice , I will get you one . Beat . I would rather have one of your father's getting . Hath your grace ne'er a brother like you ? Your 18 ACT II . MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .
19. oldal
... husbands , if a maid could come by them . D. Pedro . Will you have me , lady ? Beat . No , my lord , unless I might ... husband . Leon . O , by no means ; she mocks all her wooers out of suit . D. Pedro . She were an excellent wife for ...
... husbands , if a maid could come by them . D. Pedro . Will you have me , lady ? Beat . No , my lord , unless I might ... husband . Leon . O , by no means ; she mocks all her wooers out of suit . D. Pedro . She were an excellent wife for ...
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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...