ComediesG. Routledge & Sons, 1867 |
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... Woman of Mitylene . - From Vecellio .................... 133 DRAMATIS PERSONE . Border . - Interior of a Chamber ........ 134 159 159 Ancient Watch , time of James I .................. Lucrece . From an antique gem ......... One of the ...
... Woman of Mitylene . - From Vecellio .................... 133 DRAMATIS PERSONE . Border . - Interior of a Chamber ........ 134 159 159 Ancient Watch , time of James I .................. Lucrece . From an antique gem ......... One of the ...
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... woman , protected by the Countess . An o'd Widow of Florence . DIANA , daughter to the Widow . VIOLENTA , META neighbours and friends to the Widow . Lords , all ning on the King : Officers , Soldiers , & c . , French and Florentine ...
... woman , protected by the Countess . An o'd Widow of Florence . DIANA , daughter to the Widow . VIOLENTA , META neighbours and friends to the Widow . Lords , all ning on the King : Officers , Soldiers , & c . , French and Florentine ...
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... woman and I will do as we may . Count . Wilt thou needs be a beggar ? Clo . I do beg your good - will in this case ... woman in ten , malam , which is a purifying o ' the song : ' Would God would serve the world so all the year ! we'd ...
... woman and I will do as we may . Count . Wilt thou needs be a beggar ? Clo . I do beg your good - will in this case ... woman in ten , malam , which is a purifying o ' the song : ' Would God would serve the world so all the year ! we'd ...
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... woman's com- mand , and yet no hurt done ! -Though honesty be no puritan , yet it will do no hurt ; it will wear the surplice of humility over the black gown of a big heart . - I am going , forsooth ; the business is for Helen to come ...
... woman's com- mand , and yet no hurt done ! -Though honesty be no puritan , yet it will do no hurt ; it will wear the surplice of humility over the black gown of a big heart . - I am going , forsooth ; the business is for Helen to come ...
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... woman me unto ' t , -Where is my son , I pray you ? 2 Gen. Madam , he's gone to serve the duke of Florence : We met him thitherward ; for thence we came , And , after some despatch in hand at court , Thither we bend again . Hel . Look ...
... woman me unto ' t , -Where is my son , I pray you ? 2 Gen. Madam , he's gone to serve the duke of Florence : We met him thitherward ; for thence we came , And , after some despatch in hand at court , Thither we bend again . Hel . Look ...
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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.