 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 630 Seiten
...Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy ? art cold ? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. — Come, your hovel. Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That 's sorry yet for thee.... | |
 | Delia Salter Bacon - 1857 - 706 Seiten
...comment and interpretation. 'Art cold[totheFoof]1 I am cold myself. Where ia.this STRAW, my fellow If The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. Come, bring ua to this hovel.' For this is what that wild tragic poetic resistance... | |
 | National association for the promotion of social science - 1881 - 940 Seiten
...sadly changed, in our modern English, into ' cunning ' — speaks of art as a mere handicraft : — The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious. The word art, as now generally used and understood by us, is of comparatively modern date. Neither Egyptians,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 752 Seiten
...Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy ? Art cold ? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee '. Fool.... | |
 | 1858 - 428 Seiten
...welcomed by the hunger-bitten, and will see new significance in the exclamation of King Lear :— " The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious." Prof. JD BUTLER. FORT WAYNE AND VICINITY. Until within the last two years the only way of reaching... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1859 - 662 Seiten
...Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art cold? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow?9 The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. 1. No human heing can hear such affliction and such terror. 2. Pother, tumult. 3.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 578 Seiten
...Come on. my boy : now dost, my boy ? Art cold ? I am cold myself.— Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee. fool.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John William Stanhope Hows - 1864 - 498 Seiten
...Come on, my boy : How dost, my boy ? Art cold ? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel, Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee. Fool.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 416 Seiten
...Come on, my boy: how dost, my boy? art cold? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. — Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That 's sorry yet for thee.... | |
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My wits begin to turn. — Come on, my boy : how dost, my boy ? Art cold ? I am cold myself.— Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. 
