The Plays of William ShakespeareT. Tegg, 1827 - 791 ページ |
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... doth thy history Fully unfold : Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper , as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues , them on thee .. Heaven doth with us , as we with torches do ; Not light them for themselves : for if our ...
... doth thy history Fully unfold : Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper , as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues , them on thee .. Heaven doth with us , as we with torches do ; Not light them for themselves : for if our ...
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... doth enmew , As falcon doth the fowl , -is yet a devil ; His filth within being cast , he would appear A pond as deep as hell . The princely Angelo ? Isab . O , ' tis the cunning livery of hell , The damned'st body to invest and cover ...
... doth enmew , As falcon doth the fowl , -is yet a devil ; His filth within being cast , he would appear A pond as deep as hell . The princely Angelo ? Isab . O , ' tis the cunning livery of hell , The damned'st body to invest and cover ...
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... doth oftener ask forgiveness . Prov . You , sirrah , provide your block and your axe , to - morrow four o'clock . Abhor . Come on , bawd ; I will instruct thee in my trade ; follow . Clo . I do desire to learn , sir ; and , I hope , if ...
... doth oftener ask forgiveness . Prov . You , sirrah , provide your block and your axe , to - morrow four o'clock . Abhor . Come on , bawd ; I will instruct thee in my trade ; follow . Clo . I do desire to learn , sir ; and , I hope , if ...
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... doth fear God , howsoever it seems not in him , by some large jests he will make . Well , I am sorry for your niece : Shall we go see Benedick , and tell him of her love ? Claud . Never tell him , my lord ; let her wear it out with good ...
... doth fear God , howsoever it seems not in him , by some large jests he will make . Well , I am sorry for your niece : Shall we go see Benedick , and tell him of her love ? Claud . Never tell him , my lord ; let her wear it out with good ...
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... doth speak so wide ? Leon . Sweet prince , why speak not you ? D. Pedro . What should I speak ? I stand dishonour'd , that have gone about To link my dear friend to a common stale . Leon . Are these things spoken ? or do I but dream ...
... doth speak so wide ? Leon . Sweet prince , why speak not you ? D. Pedro . What should I speak ? I stand dishonour'd , that have gone about To link my dear friend to a common stale . Leon . Are these things spoken ? or do I but dream ...
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arms art thou Banquo Bardolph better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin daughter death doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give Gloster grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Isab Kath king knave lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Macbeth Macd madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress musick never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Pist Poins Pompey pr'ythee pray prince Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier SCENE Shal shame signior Sir Andrew Ague-cheek sir John Sir John Falstaff soul speak Suffolk swear sweet tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto villain What's wife wilt word
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76 ページ - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
379 ページ - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
268 ページ - Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
313 ページ - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. DUCH. Alas, poor Richard! where rides he the whilst? YORK. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
122 ページ - The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
14 ページ - By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war...
14 ページ - gainst my fury Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, And they shall be themselves.
104 ページ - Of every hearer ; for it so falls out, That what we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value ; then we find The virtue, that possession would not show us, *a Whiles it was ours.
168 ページ - 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. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
295 ページ - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.