The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 1American book exchange, 1881 |
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... thy no greater father . Mir . More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts . Pros . ' Tis time I should inform thee farther . Lend thy hand , 10 20 And pluck my magic garment from me . So : SCENE II . ] 15 THE TEMPEST .
... thy no greater father . Mir . More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts . Pros . ' Tis time I should inform thee farther . Lend thy hand , 10 20 And pluck my magic garment from me . So : SCENE II . ] 15 THE TEMPEST .
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... hand , I will supplant some of your teeth . Trin . Why , I said nothing . Ste . Mum , then , and no more . Proceed . Cal . I say , by sorcery he got this isle ; From me he got it . If thy greatness will Revenge it on him , -for I know ...
... hand , I will supplant some of your teeth . Trin . Why , I said nothing . Ste . Mum , then , and no more . Proceed . Cal . I say , by sorcery he got this isle ; From me he got it . If thy greatness will Revenge it on him , -for I know ...
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... hand . I do begin to have bloody thoughts . 220 Trin . O king Stephano ! O peer ! O worthy Stephano ! look what a wardrobe here is for thee ! Cal . Let it alone , thou fool ; it is but trash . Trin . O , ho , monster ! we know what ...
... hand . I do begin to have bloody thoughts . 220 Trin . O king Stephano ! O peer ! O worthy Stephano ! look what a wardrobe here is for thee ! Cal . Let it alone , thou fool ; it is but trash . Trin . O , ho , monster ! we know what ...
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... hand for my true constancy ; And when that hour o'erslips me in the day Wherein I sigh not , Julia , for thy sake ... hands , and all our house in a great perplexity , yet did not this cruel - hearted cur shed one tear : he is a stone ...
... hand for my true constancy ; And when that hour o'erslips me in the day Wherein I sigh not , Julia , for thy sake ... hands , and all our house in a great perplexity , yet did not this cruel - hearted cur shed one tear : he is a stone ...
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... hand . 210 Host . Tell him , cavaleiro - justice ; tell him , bully - rook . Shal . Sir , there is a fray to be fought between Sir Hugh the Welsh priest and Caius the French doctor . Ford . Good mine host o ' the Garter , a word with ...
... hand . 210 Host . Tell him , cavaleiro - justice ; tell him , bully - rook . Shal . Sir , there is a fray to be fought between Sir Hugh the Welsh priest and Caius the French doctor . Ford . Good mine host o ' the Garter , a word with ...
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Page 520 - Therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods ; Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved 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.
Page 220 - Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, bring again; Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain.
Page 519 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Page 493 - If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Page 581 - When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring. Between the acres of the rye, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, These pretty country folks would lie, In spring time, &c.
Page 103 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling : She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling : To her let us garlands bring.
Page 579 - tis true : there was never any thing so sudden but the fight • of two rams and Caesar's thrasonical brag of ' I came, saw, and overcame :' for your brother and my sister no sooner met but they looked, no sooner looked but they loved, no sooner loved but they sighed, no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason, no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy...
Page 739 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Page 182 - That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Page 57 - twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar: graves at my command Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth By my so potent art.