The Shakespeare Key: Unlocking the Treasures of His Style, Elucidating the Peculiarities of His Construction, and Displaying the Beauties of His Expression; Forming a Companion to "The Complete Concordance to Shakespeare".S. Low, Marston, Searle & Rivington, 1879 - 810 páginas |
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... Doth ravish like enchanting harmony . - Ibid . , i . 1 . The following is the style in which this Armado describes the struggles of his passion for the country girl , Jaquenetta , with his late- made vow and his long devotion to deeds ...
... Doth ravish like enchanting harmony . - Ibid . , i . 1 . The following is the style in which this Armado describes the struggles of his passion for the country girl , Jaquenetta , with his late- made vow and his long devotion to deeds ...
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... doth salute you with a kiss . Yet is the kindness but particular ; 3 . ' Twere better she were kiss'd in general . - Ibid . , iv . 5 . You hear what he hath said , Which was sometime his general ; who lov'd him In a most dear particular ...
... doth salute you with a kiss . Yet is the kindness but particular ; 3 . ' Twere better she were kiss'd in general . - Ibid . , iv . 5 . You hear what he hath said , Which was sometime his general ; who lov'd him In a most dear particular ...
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... doth nothing but roast malt - worms [ ' beer - drinkers ' ] .— 2 H. IV . , ii . 4 . I think I am as like to ride the mare [ ' come to the gallows ' ; the two - legged or three - legged mare being a slang name for the gallows ] .- Ibid ...
... doth nothing but roast malt - worms [ ' beer - drinkers ' ] .— 2 H. IV . , ii . 4 . I think I am as like to ride the mare [ ' come to the gallows ' ; the two - legged or three - legged mare being a slang name for the gallows ] .- Ibid ...
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... Doth the news hold of good King Edward's death ? Sec . Cit . Ay , sir , it is too true ; & c . , & c . - R . III . , ii . 3 . The following , consisting merely of a soliloquy from " a Scrivener , " appointed to write out the indictment ...
... Doth the news hold of good King Edward's death ? Sec . Cit . Ay , sir , it is too true ; & c . , & c . - R . III . , ii . 3 . The following , consisting merely of a soliloquy from " a Scrivener , " appointed to write out the indictment ...
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... doth not the day break here ? — No.- O , pardon , sir , it doth ; and yon grey lines That fret the clouds , are messengers of day.- You shall confess that you are both deceiv'd . Here , as I point my sword , the sun arises ; Which is a ...
... doth not the day break here ? — No.- O , pardon , sir , it doth ; and yon grey lines That fret the clouds , are messengers of day.- You shall confess that you are both deceiv'd . Here , as I point my sword , the sun arises ; Which is a ...
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Página 90 - 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.
Página 613 - 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.
Página 734 - tis slander ; Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Página 676 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Página 612 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each.
Página 72 - I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north ; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife. — " Fie upon this quiet life! I want work.
Página 429 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Página 674 - 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.
Página 673 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Página 679 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love*, — But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought : And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed...