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... Alon . Good boatswain , have care . Where's the master ? Play the men.2 ' Readily , nimbly , quickly . 2 Act with spirit , behave like men . So 2 Sam . x . 12. Be of good courage , and let us play the men for our people . ' SHAK . I. A ...
... Alon . Good boatswain , have care . Where's the master ? Play the men.2 ' Readily , nimbly , quickly . 2 Act with spirit , behave like men . So 2 Sam . x . 12. Be of good courage , and let us play the men for our people . ' SHAK . I. A ...
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... Alon . Pr'ythee , peace . Seb . He receives comfort like cold porridge . Ant . The visitor will not give him o'er so . Seb . Look , he's winding up the watch of his wit ; by and by it will strike . Gon . Sir , - Seb . One : - -Tell ...
... Alon . Pr'ythee , peace . Seb . He receives comfort like cold porridge . Ant . The visitor will not give him o'er so . Seb . Look , he's winding up the watch of his wit ; by and by it will strike . Gon . Sir , - Seb . One : - -Tell ...
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... Alon . I pry'thee , spare . Gon . Well , I have done : but yet— Seb . He will be talking . Ant . Which of them , he , or Adrian , for a good wager , first begins to crow ? Seb . The old cock . Ant . The cockrel . Seb . Done : The wager ...
... Alon . I pry'thee , spare . Gon . Well , I have done : but yet— Seb . He will be talking . Ant . Which of them , he , or Adrian , for a good wager , first begins to crow ? Seb . The old cock . Ant . The cockrel . Seb . Done : The wager ...
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... Alon . You cram these words into mine ears against The stomach of my sense . ' Would I had never Married my daughter there ! for , coming thence , My son is lost ; and , in my rate , she too Who is so far from Italy removed , I ne'er ...
... Alon . You cram these words into mine ears against The stomach of my sense . ' Would I had never Married my daughter there ! for , coming thence , My son is lost ; and , in my rate , she too Who is so far from Italy removed , I ne'er ...
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... Alon . Pr'ythee , peace . Seb . You were kneel'd to , and importuned other wise By all of us ; and the fair soul herself Weigh'd , between loathness and obedience , at Which end o ' the beam she'd bow.1 your son , We have lost I fear ...
... Alon . Pr'ythee , peace . Seb . You were kneel'd to , and importuned other wise By all of us ; and the fair soul herself Weigh'd , between loathness and obedience , at Which end o ' the beam she'd bow.1 your son , We have lost I fear ...
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Page 73 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air : And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve ; And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Page 21 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ! Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Page li - IN the name of God, Amen. I William Shakspeare, of Stratford-upon-Avon, in the county of Warwick, gent., in perfect health and memory (God be praised), do make and ordain this my last will and testament in manner and form following : that is to say — First, I commend my soul into the hands of God my Creator, hoping, and assuredly believing, through the only merits of Jesus Christ my Saviour, to be made partaker of life everlasting ; and my body to the earth whereof it is made.
Page 60 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Page lx - His persons act and speak by the influence of those general passions and principles by which all minds are agitated, and the whole system of life is continued in motion. In the writings of other poets a character is too often an individual; in those of Shakespeare it is commonly a species.
Page 66 - O, it is monstrous ! monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper ; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Page 110 - I have no other but a woman's reason : I think him so, because I think him so.
Page xvii - He had by a misfortune, common enough to young fellows, fallen into ill company, and amongst them some that made a frequent practice of deer-stealing, engaged him more than once in robbing a park that belonged to Sir Thomas Lucy of Charlecote, near Stratford.
Page xlvi - I loved the man, and do honour his memory on this side idolatry as much as any. He was, indeed, honest, and of an open and free nature; had an excellent phantasy, brave notions, and gentle expressions, wherein he flowed with that facility that sometimes it was necessary he should be stopped.
Page 81 - twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war : to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt: the...