Sketch of the life of Shakespeare. Tempest. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Merry Wives of Windsor. Twelfth Night. Measure for Measure. Much Ado about Nothing. Midsummer Night's Dream. Love's Labour's Lost. Merchant of Venice. As You Like It. All's Well That Ends Well. Taming of the Shrew. Winter's Tale. Comedy of Errors. Macbeth. King John. King Richard II. King Henry IV, pts. 1-2. King Henry V |
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Troth , and your bum is the greatest is for a good purpose : doth your honour
mark thing about you ; so that , in the beastliest sense , you his face ? are
Pompey the great . ' Pompey , you are partly a Escal . Ay , sir , very well . bawd ,
Pompey ...
Troth , and your bum is the greatest is for a good purpose : doth your honour
mark thing about you ; so that , in the beastliest sense , you his face ? are
Pompey the great . ' Pompey , you are partly a Escal . Ay , sir , very well . bawd ,
Pompey ...
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For when would you , my lord , or you , or you , A wither'd hermit , five - score
winters worn , Have found the ground of study's excellence , Might shake off fifty ,
looking in her eye : Without the beauty of a woman's face ? Beauty doth varnish
age ...
For when would you , my lord , or you , or you , A wither'd hermit , five - score
winters worn , Have found the ground of study's excellence , Might shake off fifty ,
looking in her eye : Without the beauty of a woman's face ? Beauty doth varnish
age ...
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I'd give it every foot to have this face ; Compare our faces , and be judge yourself .
... He hath a trick ? of Caur - de - lion's face , Your face hath got five hundred
pounds a year ; The accent of his tongue affecteth him : Yet sell your face for five
...
I'd give it every foot to have this face ; Compare our faces , and be judge yourself .
... He hath a trick ? of Caur - de - lion's face , Your face hath got five hundred
pounds a year ; The accent of his tongue affecteth him : Yet sell your face for five
...
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ing man , you all , Containing the deposing of a king , The shadow of your face .
And cracking the strong warrant of an oath , K. Rich . Say that again . Mark'd with
a blot , damn'd in the book of heaven : The shadow of my sorrow ? Ha ! let's see ...
ing man , you all , Containing the deposing of a king , The shadow of your face .
And cracking the strong warrant of an oath , K. Rich . Say that again . Mark'd with
a blot , damn'd in the book of heaven : The shadow of my sorrow ? Ha ! let's see ...
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Sulood , I would my face were in your The eleventh of this month , at Shrewsbury
: belly ! A mighty and a fearsul head they are , Fal . God - a - mercy ! so should I
be sure to be If promises be kept on every hand , heart - burned . As ever offer'd ...
Sulood , I would my face were in your The eleventh of this month , at Shrewsbury
: belly ! A mighty and a fearsul head they are , Fal . God - a - mercy ! so should I
be sure to be If promises be kept on every hand , heart - burned . As ever offer'd ...
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Página 322 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Página 366 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Página 423 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down...
Página 201 - 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...
Página 201 - 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.
Página 373 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be...
Página 209 - 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 19 - 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 sometime voices, That, if I then had wak'd 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 wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Página 251 - I cannot reconcile my heart to Bertram ; a man noble without generosity, and young without truth ; who marries Helen as a coward, and leaves her as a profligate . when she is dead by his unkindness, sneaks home to a second marriage, is accused by a woman whom he has wronged, defends himself by falsehood, and is dismissed to happiness.
Página 457 - Tomorrow is Saint Crispian " : Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say " These wounds I had on Crispin's day." Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day: then shall our names, Familiar in...