The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Pàgina 18
... play'd , eat together , And wherefoe'er we went , like Juno's Iwans Still we went coupled and infeparable . Duke . She is too fubtle for thee ; and her smoothness , Her very filence and her patience , Speak to the people , and they pity ...
... play'd , eat together , And wherefoe'er we went , like Juno's Iwans Still we went coupled and infeparable . Duke . She is too fubtle for thee ; and her smoothness , Her very filence and her patience , Speak to the people , and they pity ...
Pàgina 32
... . [ Exit . Duke Sen. Thou feeft we are not all alone unhappy : This wide and univerfal theatre Prefents more woful pageants than the fcene Wherein we play , Jag Jag . All the world is a stage , And 32 As You Like it .
... . [ Exit . Duke Sen. Thou feeft we are not all alone unhappy : This wide and univerfal theatre Prefents more woful pageants than the fcene Wherein we play , Jag Jag . All the world is a stage , And 32 As You Like it .
Pàgina 42
... play the knave with him : do you hear , fo- refter . ? Orla . Very well ; what would you ? Rof . I pray you , what is't a clock ? Orla . You should ask me what time o ' day ; there's no clock in the foreft . Ref . Then there is no true ...
... play the knave with him : do you hear , fo- refter . ? Orla . Very well ; what would you ? Rof . I pray you , what is't a clock ? Orla . You should ask me what time o ' day ; there's no clock in the foreft . Ref . Then there is no true ...
Pàgina 49
... play . [ Exeunt . SCENE XI . Enter Sylvius and Phebe . Syl . Sweet Phebe , do not fcorn me , do not , Phebe ; Say that you love me not , but say not fo In bitterness ; the common executioner , Whofe heart th ' accuftom'd fight of death ...
... play . [ Exeunt . SCENE XI . Enter Sylvius and Phebe . Syl . Sweet Phebe , do not fcorn me , do not , Phebe ; Say that you love me not , but say not fo In bitterness ; the common executioner , Whofe heart th ' accuftom'd fight of death ...
Pàgina 58
... play the fwaggerer ; bear this , bear all . She fays I am not fair , that I lack manners , She calls me proud , and that fhe could not love me Were man as rare as phænix : odd's my will ! Her love is not the hare that I do hunt . Why ...
... play the fwaggerer ; bear this , bear all . She fays I am not fair , that I lack manners , She calls me proud , and that fhe could not love me Were man as rare as phænix : odd's my will ! Her love is not the hare that I do hunt . Why ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 145 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance: commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land...
Pàgina 30 - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
Pàgina 201 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Pàgina 53 - ... it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
Pàgina 55 - But these are all lies : men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Pàgina 223 - If she, my liege, can make me know this clearly, I'll love her dearly ; ever, ever dearly.
Pàgina 29 - No, sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune : And then he drew a dial from his poke ; And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see...