ComediesG. Routledge & Sons, 1867 |
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... brother . Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , madam . ( ' Would you were So that my lord , your son , were not my brother . ) Indeed , my mother ! - ( Or were you both our mothers , I care no more for than I do for ...
... brother . Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , madam . ( ' Would you were So that my lord , your son , were not my brother . ) Indeed , my mother ! - ( Or were you both our mothers , I care no more for than I do for ...
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... brother , he shall go along with me . 1 Lord . As't please your lordship : I'll leave you . [ Exit . Ber . Now will I lead you to the house , and show you The lass I spoke of . 2 Lord . But , you say she's honest . Ber . That's all the ...
... brother , he shall go along with me . 1 Lord . As't please your lordship : I'll leave you . [ Exit . Ber . Now will I lead you to the house , and show you The lass I spoke of . 2 Lord . But , you say she's honest . Ber . That's all the ...
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... brother , We have caught the woodcock , and will keep him muffled Till we do hear from them . 2 Sold . Captain , I will . 1 Lord . He will betray us all unto ourselves ; — Inform on that.a 2 Sold . So I will , sir . 1 Lord . Till then ...
... brother , We have caught the woodcock , and will keep him muffled Till we do hear from them . 2 Sold . Captain , I will . 1 Lord . He will betray us all unto ourselves ; — Inform on that.a 2 Sold . So I will , sir . 1 Lord . Till then ...
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... brother , the other captain Dumain ? 2 Lord . Why does he ask him of me ? 1 Sold . What's he ? Par . E'en a crow of the same nest ; not alto- gether so great as the first in goodness , but greater a great deal in evil . He excels his ...
... brother , the other captain Dumain ? 2 Lord . Why does he ask him of me ? 1 Sold . What's he ? Par . E'en a crow of the same nest ; not alto- gether so great as the first in goodness , but greater a great deal in evil . He excels his ...
第74页
... brother . CLAUDIO , a young lord of Florence , favourite of Dor Pedro . BENEDICK , a young lord of Padua , favourite likewise of Don Pedro . LEONATO , governor of Messina . ANTONIO , his brother . BALTHAZAR , servant to Don Pedro ...
... brother . CLAUDIO , a young lord of Florence , favourite of Dor Pedro . BENEDICK , a young lord of Padua , favourite likewise of Don Pedro . LEONATO , governor of Messina . ANTONIO , his brother . BALTHAZAR , servant to Don Pedro ...
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第412页 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none ; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too, but innocent and pure ; No sovereignty ; — Seb.
第317页 - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
第363页 - Say, there be ; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean : so, over that art, Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. 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.
第405页 - t ; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...
第205页 - They say he is already in the forest of Arden, and a many merry men with him ; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England. They say many young gentlemen flock to him every day, and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world.
第220页 - And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school : and then, the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress...
第435页 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets* that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
第435页 - Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be) I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the...
第435页 - Have wak'd their sleepers ; op'd, and let them forth By my so potent art : But this rough magic I here abjure : and, when I have requir'd Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I '11 break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I '11 drown my book.
第153页 - 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.