The Vale Shakespeare, Volume 31Hacon & Ricketts, 1902 |
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Page vii
... wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat ; it ever changes with the next block . MESSENGER . I see , lady , the gentleman is not in your books . BEATRICE . No ; an he were , I would burn my study . But , I pray you , who is his ...
... wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat ; it ever changes with the next block . MESSENGER . I see , lady , the gentleman is not in your books . BEATRICE . No ; an he were , I would burn my study . But , I pray you , who is his ...
Page xi
... wear his cap with suspicion ? Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore again ? Go to , i'faith ; an thou wilt needs thrust thy neck into a yoke , wear the print of it , and sigh away Sundays . Look ; Don Pedro is returned to seek you ...
... wear his cap with suspicion ? Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore again ? Go to , i'faith ; an thou wilt needs thrust thy neck into a yoke , wear the print of it , and sigh away Sundays . Look ; Don Pedro is returned to seek you ...
Page xxiii
... wear the garland of ? about your neck , like an usurer's chain ? or under your arm , like a lieutenant's scarf ? You must wear it one way , for the prince hath got your Hero . CLAUDIO . I wish him joy of her . BENEDICK . Why , that's ...
... wear the garland of ? about your neck , like an usurer's chain ? or under your arm , like a lieutenant's scarf ? You must wear it one way , for the prince hath got your Hero . CLAUDIO . I wish him joy of her . BENEDICK . Why , that's ...
Page xxvii
... wear every day . But , I beseech your Grace , pardon me : I was born to speak all mirth and no matter . DON PEDRO . Your silence most offends me , and to be merry best be- comes you ; for , out of question , you were born in a merry ...
... wear every day . But , I beseech your Grace , pardon me : I was born to speak all mirth and no matter . DON PEDRO . Your silence most offends me , and to be merry best be- comes you ; for , out of question , you were born in a merry ...
Page xxxvi
... wear it out with good counsel . LEONATO . Nay , that's impossible : she may wear her heart out first . DON PEDRO . Well , we will hear further of xxxvi.
... wear it out with good counsel . LEONATO . Nay , that's impossible : she may wear her heart out first . DON PEDRO . Well , we will hear further of xxxvi.
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answer ANTONIO BALTHASAR blood BORACHIO brother chamber-window CONRADE Count Claudio cousin Cupid curst dare daughter death DOGBERRY DON JOHN Dost thou doth ducats Enter Don Pedro Enter Leonato Exeunt Exit eyes faith fashion father fellow flout fool foul gentleman give Grace hand hang hast hath hear heart heigh-ho Hero Hero's hither honest honour husband JOHN SHAW BILLINGS kill Lady Beatrice Leonato's house look lord lov'd maid MARGARET marriage marry master constable merry MESSENGER Messina morrow neighbour never niece night offend praise pray thee prince and Claudio Prince John prince's Re-enter SCENE SECOND WATCH SEXTON shame sigh Signior Benedick Signior Leonato sing slander soul speak strange sure swear sweet tell thank there's thing thou wilt TIFFANY & Co to-morrow to-night tongue troth true truly URSULA VERGES villain villany warrant wear wise word wrong YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
Popular passages
Page xxxi - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go. And be you blithe and bonny ; ' Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Page xxxv - But doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his age: Shall quips, and sentences, and these paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career of his humour? No: The world must be peopled. When I said, I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.— Here comes Beatrice : By this day, she's a fair lady : I do spy some marks of love in her.
Page xxxvii - The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream, And greedily devour the treacherous bait ; So angle we for Beatrice, who even now Is couched in the woodbine coverture.