The Works of William Shakespeare, Volumen3Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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... There , there , Hortensio , will you any wife ? Kath . I pray you , sir , [ 70 BAP . ] is it your will to make a stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid ! how mean you that ? no mates for you , Unless you were of gentler ...
... There , there , Hortensio , will you any wife ? Kath . I pray you , sir , [ 70 BAP . ] is it your will to make a stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid ! how mean you that ? no mates for you , Unless you were of gentler ...
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... there be good fellows in the world , an a man could light on them , would take her with all faults , and money ... there's small choice in rotten apples . But , come ; since this bar in law makes us friends , it shall be so far ...
... there be good fellows in the world , an a man could light on them , would take her with all faults , and money ... there's small choice in rotten apples . But , come ; since this bar in law makes us friends , it shall be so far ...
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... there lies your way , You may be jogging , whiles your boots are green ; For me , I'll not be gone , till I please myself : - ' Tis like , you'll prove a jolly surly groom , That take it on you at the first so roundly . Pet . O , Kate ...
... there lies your way , You may be jogging , whiles your boots are green ; For me , I'll not be gone , till I please myself : - ' Tis like , you'll prove a jolly surly groom , That take it on you at the first so roundly . Pet . O , Kate ...
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... There's fire ready ; And therefore , good Gru- mio , the news ? Gru . Why , Jack boy ! ho boy ! and as much news as ... There . [ Striking him . Curt . This is to feel a tale , not to hear a tale . Gru . And therefore ' tis called ...
... There's fire ready ; And therefore , good Gru- mio , the news ? Gru . Why , Jack boy ! ho boy ! and as much news as ... There . [ Striking him . Curt . This is to feel a tale , not to hear a tale . Gru . And therefore ' tis called ...
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... There was no link to colour Peter's hat , And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing : There were none fine , but Adam , Ralph , and Gregory ; The rest were ragged , old , and beggarly ; Yet , as they are , here are they come to ...
... There was no link to colour Peter's hat , And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing : There were none fine , but Adam , Ralph , and Gregory ; The rest were ragged , old , and beggarly ; Yet , as they are , here are they come to ...
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Página 39 - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Página 56 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack.
Página 21 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Página 24 - Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Página 27 - Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers : the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal ; For it must seem their guilt.
Página 20 - Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love.
Página 19 - To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Página 44 - Too terrible for the ear. The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Página 23 - Is this a dagger, which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind; a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw.
Página 55 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.