The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: With Historical and Analytical Prefaces, Comments, Critical and Explanatory Notes, Glossaries, and a Life of Shakespeare, 4. köideJ. A. Hill, 1901 |
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... hear of until they are surely tied . Then for the first time resistance openly appears ; she will stay for the bridal dinner will he or not , and now the true con- flict and the taming begins . The moral of the contest proves merely ...
... hear of until they are surely tied . Then for the first time resistance openly appears ; she will stay for the bridal dinner will he or not , and now the true con- flict and the taming begins . The moral of the contest proves merely ...
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... hears of Kate , he won't sleep till he sees her ; when she comes , he takes the lead and keeps it . He means to have it and her . He ridicules her in such a pleasant , madcap fashion , that one can ' t help liking him . He understands ...
... hears of Kate , he won't sleep till he sees her ; when she comes , he takes the lead and keeps it . He means to have it and her . He ridicules her in such a pleasant , madcap fashion , that one can ' t help liking him . He understands ...
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... hear you play to - night : But I am doubtful of your modesties ; Lest over - eyeing of his odd behaviour , - For yet his honour never heard a play , - You break into some merry passion And so offend him ; for I tell you , sirs , If you ...
... hear you play to - night : But I am doubtful of your modesties ; Lest over - eyeing of his odd behaviour , - For yet his honour never heard a play , - You break into some merry passion And so offend him ; for I tell you , sirs , If you ...
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... hear him call the drunkard husband , And how my men will stay themselves from laughter When they do homage to this simple peasant . I'll in to counsel them ; haply my presence May well abate the over - merry spleen Which otherwise 25 OF ...
... hear him call the drunkard husband , And how my men will stay themselves from laughter When they do homage to this simple peasant . I'll in to counsel them ; haply my presence May well abate the over - merry spleen Which otherwise 25 OF ...
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... hear , I speak ; I smell sweet savours and I feel soft things : Upon my life , I am a lord indeed , And not a tinker nor Christophero Sly . Well , bring our lady hither to our sight ; And once again , a pot o ' the smallest ale . 70 Sec ...
... hear , I speak ; I smell sweet savours and I feel soft things : Upon my life , I am a lord indeed , And not a tinker nor Christophero Sly . Well , bring our lady hither to our sight ; And once again , a pot o ' the smallest ale . 70 Sec ...
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Page 92 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her/ What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have/ He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Page 57 - Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Page 103 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Page 157 - Caesar dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away : O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw ! But soft!
Page 61 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Page 102 - O, reform it altogether. And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them: for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too, though in the mean time some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous, and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Page 93 - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Page 157 - ... abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. — Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chop-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. — Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. HOR. What's that, my lord?...
Page 91 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing ! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her...
Page 100 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.