The Plays of William Shakespeare, Tập 1Charles Willliams, 1813 - 913 trang |
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... Laun . Nay , ' twill be this hour ere I have done weep- sir ? what are you reasoning withing ; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault : I have received my proportion , like the prodigious son , and am going with sir Proteus to ...
... Laun . Nay , ' twill be this hour ere I have done weep- sir ? what are you reasoning withing ; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault : I have received my proportion , like the prodigious son , and am going with sir Proteus to ...
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... Laun . For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue . Pan . Where should I lose my tongue ? Laun . In thy tale . Pan . In thy tail ? Laun . Lose the tide , and the voyage , and the mas ter , and the service ? The tide -Why , man , if the riv ...
... Laun . For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue . Pan . Where should I lose my tongue ? Laun . In thy tale . Pan . In thy tail ? Laun . Lose the tide , and the voyage , and the mas ter , and the service ? The tide -Why , man , if the riv ...
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... Laun . Ay , and what I do too : Vel . Why Indy , love hath twenty pair of eyes . Thu. They say , that love hath not an eye at all . Val . To see such lovers , Thurio , as yourself ; Upon a homely object love can wink . Enter Proteus ...
... Laun . Ay , and what I do too : Vel . Why Indy , love hath twenty pair of eyes . Thu. They say , that love hath not an eye at all . Val . To see such lovers , Thurio , as yourself ; Upon a homely object love can wink . Enter Proteus ...
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... Laun . Forswear not thyself , sweet youth ; for I am not welcome . I reckon this always - that a man is never undone ... Laun . Marry , after they closed in earnest , they parted very fairly in jest . Speed . But shall she marry him ...
... Laun . Forswear not thyself , sweet youth ; for I am not welcome . I reckon this always - that a man is never undone ... Laun . Marry , after they closed in earnest , they parted very fairly in jest . Speed . But shall she marry him ...
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... regarding that she is my child , Nor fearing me as if I were her father : And , may I say to thee , this pride of hers , Upon advice , hath drawn my love from her ; 1 Laun . If her liquor be good , she TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA . 31.
... regarding that she is my child , Nor fearing me as if I were her father : And , may I say to thee , this pride of hers , Upon advice , hath drawn my love from her ; 1 Laun . If her liquor be good , she TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA . 31.
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arms art thou Banquo Bardolph bear better Biron blood brother Claudio cousin daughter dear death doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give Gloster grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Isab Kath king knave lady Laun Leonato live look lord Lucio Macbeth Macd madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress ne'er never night noble Northumberland Orla pardon peace Pedro Pist Poins Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier SCENE Shal shame signior Sir Andrew Ague-cheek sir John Sir John Falstaff soul speak Suffolk swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto What's wife wilt word
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Trang 407 - When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model ; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection ; Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then but draw anew the model In fewer offices, or at last desist To build at all...
Trang 316 - 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. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Trang 414 - With deaf'ning 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.
Trang 448 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Trang 448 - We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Trang 78 - ... accommodations that thou bear'st, Are nurs'd by baseness ; Thou art by no means valiant ; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm ; Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st ; yet grossly fear'st Thy death which is no more.
Trang 314 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse...