The dramatic works of Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson and Stevens [sic. Wanting pp |
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... speak this speech , Were I but where ' tis spoken . Pro . How ! the best ? What wert thou , if the kingof Naples heard thee ? Fer.A single thing , as I am now , that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples : he does hear me ; + Confute ...
... speak this speech , Were I but where ' tis spoken . Pro . How ! the best ? What wert thou , if the kingof Naples heard thee ? Fer.A single thing , as I am now , that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples : he does hear me ; + Confute ...
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... speak like us : then wisely , good sir , weigh Our sorrow with our comfort . 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 ...
... speak like us : then wisely , good sir , weigh Our sorrow with our comfort . 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 ...
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... speak doth lack some gentleness , And time to speak it in : you rub the sore , When you should bring the plaster . Seb . Very well . Ant . And most chirurgeonly . Gon . It is foul weather in us all , good sir , When you are cloudy . Seb ...
... speak doth lack some gentleness , And time to speak it in : you rub the sore , When you should bring the plaster . Seb . Very well . Ant . And most chirurgeonly . Gon . It is foul weather in us all , good sir , When you are cloudy . Seb ...
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... speak ? Seb . Ant . I do ; and , surely , It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep : What is it thou didst say ? This is a strange repose , to be asleep With eyes wide open ; standing , speaking , And yet so fast ...
... speak ? Seb . Ant . I do ; and , surely , It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep : What is it thou didst say ? This is a strange repose , to be asleep With eyes wide open ; standing , speaking , And yet so fast ...
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... speak well of his friend ; his backward voice is to mtter foul speeches , and to detract . If all the wine in my bottle will recover him , I will help his ague : Come , -Amen ! I will pour some in thy other mouth . Trin . Stephano ...
... speak well of his friend ; his backward voice is to mtter foul speeches , and to detract . If all the wine in my bottle will recover him , I will help his ague : Come , -Amen ! I will pour some in thy other mouth . Trin . Stephano ...
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230 ページ - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
vi ページ - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
217 ページ - 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.
207 ページ - 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.
6 ページ - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
207 ページ - He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million : laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies ; and what's his reason? I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?
1 ページ - No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
8 ページ - The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
226 ページ - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.