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... Glance at my credit with Hippolyta , Knowing I know thy love to Theseus ? Didst
thou not lead him through the glimmering night From Perigenia , whom he
ravished ? And make him with fair Ægle break his faith , With Ariadne , and
Antiopa ...
... Glance at my credit with Hippolyta , Knowing I know thy love to Theseus ? Didst
thou not lead him through the glimmering night From Perigenia , whom he
ravished ? And make him with fair Ægle break his faith , With Ariadne , and
Antiopa ...
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... you think , that I should woo in scorn ? Scorn and derision never come in tears .
Look , when I vow , I weep ; and vows so born In their nativity all truth appears .
How can these things in me seem scorn to you , Bearing the badge of faith , to ...
... you think , that I should woo in scorn ? Scorn and derision never come in tears .
Look , when I vow , I weep ; and vows so born In their nativity all truth appears .
How can these things in me seem scorn to you , Bearing the badge of faith , to ...
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Disparage not the faith thou dost not know , Lest , to thy peril , thou abide it dear .
- Look where thy love comes ; yonder is thy dear . Enter HERMIA . Her . Dark
night , that from the eye his function takes , The ear more quick of apprehension ...
Disparage not the faith thou dost not know , Lest , to thy peril , thou abide it dear .
- Look where thy love comes ; yonder is thy dear . Enter HERMIA . Her . Dark
night , that from the eye his function takes , The ear more quick of apprehension ...
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You thief of love ! What , have you come by night , And stolen my love ' s heart
from him ? Hel . Fine , i ' faith ! Have you no modesty , no maiden shame , No
touch of bashfulness ? What , will you tear Impatient answers from my gentle
tongue ?
You thief of love ! What , have you come by night , And stolen my love ' s heart
from him ? Hel . Fine , i ' faith ! Have you no modesty , no maiden shame , No
touch of bashfulness ? What , will you tear Impatient answers from my gentle
tongue ?
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But , my good lord , I wot not by what power ( But by some power it is ) my love to
Hermia , Melted as doth the snow , seems to me now As the remembrance of an
idle gawd , Which in my childhood I did dote upon ; And all the faith , the virtue of
...
But , my good lord , I wot not by what power ( But by some power it is ) my love to
Hermia , Melted as doth the snow , seems to me now As the remembrance of an
idle gawd , Which in my childhood I did dote upon ; And all the faith , the virtue of
...
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Página 205 - Hath not a, Jew eyes ? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? 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,...
Página 18 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Página 239 - 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 of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins : Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in,...
Página 271 - 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.
Página 161 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Página 287 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances. And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Página 271 - 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.
Página 240 - 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 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.
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., Volume 2 The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected, Oliver William Bourn Peabody |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editora | Phillips, Sampson, 1850 |
| Original de | Universidade da Califórnia |
| Digitalizado | 12 Jul 2007 |
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