The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 3Routledge, 1864 |
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... father Is hard at study ; pray , now , rest yourself ; He's safe for these three hours . FER . O most dear mistress , The sun will set before I shall discharge What I must strive to do . If ' ll sit down you MIRA . I'll bear your logs ...
... father Is hard at study ; pray , now , rest yourself ; He's safe for these three hours . FER . O most dear mistress , The sun will set before I shall discharge What I must strive to do . If ' ll sit down you MIRA . I'll bear your logs ...
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... father wise , d Makes this place Paradise . [ JUNO and CERES whisper , and send IRIS on employment . silence ! PRO . Sweet now , Juno and Ceres whisper seriously ; There's something else to do : hush , and be mute , Or else our spell is ...
... father wise , d Makes this place Paradise . [ JUNO and CERES whisper , and send IRIS on employment . silence ! PRO . Sweet now , Juno and Ceres whisper seriously ; There's something else to do : hush , and be mute , Or else our spell is ...
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... father For his advice , nor thought I had one . She Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan , Of whom so often I have heard renown , But never saw before ; of whom I have Receiv'd a second life ; and second father This lady makes him ...
... father For his advice , nor thought I had one . She Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan , Of whom so often I have heard renown , But never saw before ; of whom I have Receiv'd a second life ; and second father This lady makes him ...
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... father all . * · LEAR . When were you wont to be so. Wha PAFLIEHE CORD . You have begot me , bred me , lov'd me : I Return those duties back as are right fit , Obey you , love you , and most honour you . Why have my sisters husbands , if ...
... father all . * · LEAR . When were you wont to be so. Wha PAFLIEHE CORD . You have begot me , bred me , lov'd me : I Return those duties back as are right fit , Obey you , love you , and most honour you . Why have my sisters husbands , if ...
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... father's heart from her ! -Call France.- Who stirs ? [ course , Call Burgundy . - Cornwall and Albany , With my two daughters ' dowers digest this third : Let pride , which she calls plainness , marry her . I do invest you jointly with ...
... father's heart from her ! -Call France.- Who stirs ? [ course , Call Burgundy . - Cornwall and Albany , With my two daughters ' dowers digest this third : Let pride , which she calls plainness , marry her . I do invest you jointly with ...
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Achilles AJAX Antony Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæsar CASCA Cassius CLEO Cleopatra Collier's annotator Cominius Coriolanus CRES daughter dead dear death deed DEMET Desdemona dost doth EMIL Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear folio omits follow fool fortune friends give gods Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hector honour IAGO Julius Cæsar KENT king kiss lady LEAR live look lord Lucius MACB Macbeth MACD madam Marcius Mark Antony means never night noble o'er Old text Othello Pandarus Patroclus play Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince quarto queen Re-enter Rome SCENE Shakespeare shalt sorrow soul speak speech stand Steevens sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Titus Andronicus tongue Troilus ULYSS unto wife WITCH word Отн
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Página 748 - My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun ; Coral is far more red than her lips' red : If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun ; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks ; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, — yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound ; I grant I never saw a goddess go, — My mistress,...
Página 485 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Página 736 - But you like none, none you, for constant heart. LIV O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves....
Página 474 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools. This is more strange Than such a murder is.
Página 347 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Página 24 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Página 37 - 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.
Página 328 - tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Página 459 - Come you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it!
Página 268 - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea, shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds, frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixure ! O!