Dramatic Works: To which is Prefixed a Life of the Author, 1. kötetA. Millar, 1798 |
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291. oldal
... Grum . Welcome you ; how now , you ; what you ; fel- low you ; and thus much for greeting . Now , my spruce companions , is all ready , and all things neat ? Nath . All thing are ready , how near is our master ? Grum . E'en at hand ...
... Grum . Welcome you ; how now , you ; what you ; fel- low you ; and thus much for greeting . Now , my spruce companions , is all ready , and all things neat ? Nath . All thing are ready , how near is our master ? Grum . E'en at hand ...
293. oldal
... Grum . Where is he ? Enter CURTIS . Curt . In her chamber , making a sermon of continency to her , and rails , and swears , and rates ; and she , poor soul knows not which way to stand , to speak ; and sits as one new risen from a dream ...
... Grum . Where is he ? Enter CURTIS . Curt . In her chamber , making a sermon of continency to her , and rails , and swears , and rates ; and she , poor soul knows not which way to stand , to speak ; and sits as one new risen from a dream ...
294. oldal
... Grum . What say you to a neat's foot ? Cath . ' Tis passing good ; I pr'ythee let me have it . Grum . I fear , it is too flegmatic a meat ; How say you to a fat tripe , finely boil'd ? Catb . I like it well ; good Grumio , fetch it me .
... Grum . What say you to a neat's foot ? Cath . ' Tis passing good ; I pr'ythee let me have it . Grum . I fear , it is too flegmatic a meat ; How say you to a fat tripe , finely boil'd ? Catb . I like it well ; good Grumio , fetch it me .
295. oldal
... Grum . Nay , that I will not , you shall have the mustard , Or else you get no beef of Grumio . Catb . Then both , or one , or any thing thou wilt , Grum . Why then , the mustard , dame , without the beef . Catb . Go , get thee gone ...
... Grum . Nay , that I will not , you shall have the mustard , Or else you get no beef of Grumio . Catb . Then both , or one , or any thing thou wilt , Grum . Why then , the mustard , dame , without the beef . Catb . Go , get thee gone ...
296. oldal
... Grum . I see she's like to've neither cap nor gown . Tay . You bid me make it orderly and well , According to the fashion of the time . Pet . Mary and did : but if you be remember'd , I did not bid you marr it to the time . Go , hop me ...
... Grum . I see she's like to've neither cap nor gown . Tay . You bid me make it orderly and well , According to the fashion of the time . Pet . Mary and did : but if you be remember'd , I did not bid you marr it to the time . Go , hop me ...
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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.
295. 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...