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
... Speak to the people , and they pity her : Thou art a fool ; fhe robs thee of thy name , And thou wilt show more bright , and feem more virtuous When she is gone ; then open not thy lips : Firm and irrevocable is my doom , Which I have ...
... Speak to the people , and they pity her : Thou art a fool ; fhe robs thee of thy name , And thou wilt show more bright , and feem more virtuous When she is gone ; then open not thy lips : Firm and irrevocable is my doom , Which I have ...
Pàgina 29
... speak with him . Enter Jaques . 1 Lord . He faves my labour by his own approach . Duke Sen. Why how now , Monfieur , what a life is this , That your poor friends must woo your company ? What ? you look merrily . Jaq . A fool , a fool ...
... speak with him . Enter Jaques . 1 Lord . He faves my labour by his own approach . Duke Sen. Why how now , Monfieur , what a life is this , That your poor friends must woo your company ? What ? you look merrily . Jaq . A fool , a fool ...
Pàgina 32
... Speak you fo gently ? pardon me , I pray you ; I thought that all things had been favage here , And therefore put I on the countenance Of ftern commandment . But whate'er you are That in this defart inacceffible , Under the fhade of ...
... Speak you fo gently ? pardon me , I pray you ; I thought that all things had been favage here , And therefore put I on the countenance Of ftern commandment . But whate'er you are That in this defart inacceffible , Under the fhade of ...
Pàgina 33
... speak to thank you for my felf . Duke Sen. Welcome , fall to : I will not trouble you , As yet to question you about your fortunes . Give us fome mufick , and , good coufin , fing . SONG . Blow , blow , thou winter wind , Thou art not ...
... speak to thank you for my felf . Duke Sen. Welcome , fall to : I will not trouble you , As yet to question you about your fortunes . Give us fome mufick , and , good coufin , fing . SONG . Blow , blow , thou winter wind , Thou art not ...
Pàgina 40
... speak , fad brow , and true maid . Cel . I'faith , coz , ' tis he . Rof . Orlando ! Cel . Orlando . Rof . Alas the day , what fhall I do with my doublet and hofe ? what did he , when thou faw'ft him ? what said he ? how look'd he ...
... speak , fad brow , and true maid . Cel . I'faith , coz , ' tis he . Rof . Orlando ! Cel . Orlando . Rof . Alas the day , what fhall I do with my doublet and hofe ? what did he , when thou faw'ft him ? what said he ? how look'd he ...
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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...