The Works of William Shakespeare, 第 3 巻E. Moxon, 1857 |
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... dost thou not go to church in a galliard , and come home in a coranto ? My very walk should be a jig ; I would not so much as make water but in a sink - a - pace . What dost thou mean ? is it a world to hide virtues in ? I did think ...
... dost thou not go to church in a galliard , and come home in a coranto ? My very walk should be a jig ; I would not so much as make water but in a sink - a - pace . What dost thou mean ? is it a world to hide virtues in ? I did think ...
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... Dost thou think , because thou art virtuous , there shall be no more cakes and ale ? Clo . Yes , by Saint Anne ; and ginger shall be hot i ' the mouth too . Sir To . Thou ' rt i ' the right .-- Go , sir , rub your chain . with crums ...
... Dost thou think , because thou art virtuous , there shall be no more cakes and ale ? Clo . Yes , by Saint Anne ; and ginger shall be hot i ' the mouth too . Sir To . Thou ' rt i ' the right .-- Go , sir , rub your chain . with crums ...
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... dost thou like this tune ? Vio . It gives a very echo to the seat Where Love is thron'd . Duke . Thou dost speak masterly : My life upon ' t , young though thou art , thine eye Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves ; - Hath it not ...
... dost thou like this tune ? Vio . It gives a very echo to the seat Where Love is thron'd . Duke . Thou dost speak masterly : My life upon ' t , young though thou art , thine eye Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves ; - Hath it not ...
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... dost thou know ? Vio . Too well what love women to men may owe : In faith , they are as true of heart as we . My father had a daughter lov'd a man , As it might be , perhaps , were I a woman , I should your lordship . Duke . And what's ...
... dost thou know ? Vio . Too well what love women to men may owe : In faith , they are as true of heart as we . My father had a daughter lov'd a man , As it might be , perhaps , were I a woman , I should your lordship . Duke . And what's ...
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... one too . [ Exeunt . ACT III . SCENE 1. OLIVIA's garden . Enter VIOLA , and Clown with a tabor . Vio . Save thee , friend , and thy music : dost thou live by thy tabor ? Clo . No , sir , I live by the SCENE 1. ] 35 WHAT YOU WILL .
... one too . [ Exeunt . ACT III . SCENE 1. OLIVIA's garden . Enter VIOLA , and Clown with a tabor . Vio . Save thee , friend , and thy music : dost thou live by thy tabor ? Clo . No , sir , I live by the SCENE 1. ] 35 WHAT YOU WILL .
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28 ページ - O, fellow, come, the song we had last night. Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain; The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love. Like the old age.: CLO.
435 ページ - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
557 ページ - Whose high upreared and abutting fronts The perilous, narrow ocean parts asunder. Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance : Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...
496 ページ - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
28 ページ - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
3 ページ - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.