The Works of William Shakespeare, Band 4Little, Brown, 1872 |
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... hast given her rhymes , And interchang'd love - tokens with my child : Thou hast by moon - light at her window sung , With feigning voice , verses of feigning love ; And stol'n the impression of her fantasy With bracelets of thy hair ...
... hast given her rhymes , And interchang'd love - tokens with my child : Thou hast by moon - light at her window sung , With feigning voice , verses of feigning love ; And stol'n the impression of her fantasy With bracelets of thy hair ...
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... which burn'd the Carthage Queen When the false Trojan under sail was seen , By all the vows that ever men have broke , In number more than ever women spoke , In that same place thou hast appointed me , To 26 ACT I. A MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S.
... which burn'd the Carthage Queen When the false Trojan under sail was seen , By all the vows that ever men have broke , In number more than ever women spoke , In that same place thou hast appointed me , To 26 ACT I. A MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S.
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William Shakespeare. In that same place thou hast appointed me , To - morrow truly will I meet with thee . Lys . Keep promise , love . Look , here comes Helena . Enter HELena . Her . God speed fair Helena ! Whither away ? Hel . Call you ...
William Shakespeare. In that same place thou hast appointed me , To - morrow truly will I meet with thee . Lys . Keep promise , love . Look , here comes Helena . Enter HELena . Her . God speed fair Helena ! Whither away ? Hel . Call you ...
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... hast stol'n away from Fairy - land , And in the shape of Corin sat all day , Playing on pipes of corn , and versing love To amorous Phillida . Why art thou here , Come from the farthest steep of India , But that , forsooth , the ...
... hast stol'n away from Fairy - land , And in the shape of Corin sat all day , Playing on pipes of corn , and versing love To amorous Phillida . Why art thou here , Come from the farthest steep of India , But that , forsooth , the ...
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... Hast thou the flower there ? Welcome , wanderer . Puck . Ay , there it is . Obe . I pray thee give it me . I know a bank where the wild thyme blows , Where ox - lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over - canopi'd with luscious ...
... Hast thou the flower there ? Welcome , wanderer . Puck . Ay , there it is . Obe . I pray thee give it me . I know a bank where the wild thyme blows , Where ox - lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over - canopi'd with luscious ...
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Antonio Baptista Bass Bassanio Bian Bianca Bion Biondello bond Collier's folio comedy daughter Demetrius doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father Folio and quartos fool gentle give Gratiano Gremio hath hear heart Hermia Hippolyta honour Hortensio Jaques Jessica Kate Kath KATHARINA lady Laun Launcelot look lord Lorenzo Love's Labour's Lost lover Lucentio Lysander maid marry master means Merchant Merchant of Venice merry misprint mistress moon Nerissa never night Oberon original Orlando Padua passage Petruchio Philostrate play Portia pray Puck Pyramus quartos Quin Robin Goodfellow Rosalind SCENE second folio Shakespeare's Shakespeare's day shew shrew Shylock Signior sleep speak Steevens swear sweet tell thee Theseus thing Titania Touch Tranio unto Venice Vincentio word
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Seite 37 - 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.
Seite 226 - 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, we...
Seite 188 - I am a Jew : 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.
Seite 41 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
Seite 308 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well sav'd, 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.
Seite 76 - I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Seite 227 - 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.
Seite 307 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits, and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms...
Seite 307 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, 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...
Seite 158 - Aside.] How like a fawning publican He looks ! I hate him, for he is a Christian : But more, for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip -I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate, On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift, Which he calls interest : Cursed be my tribe If I forgive him 1 BASS.