The Works of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Recently Discovered Portfolio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript Emendations ; with a History of the Stage, a Life of the Poet, and an Introduction to Each Play, Band 6Redfield, 1853 |
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... dost not speak so much . Pan . ' Faith , I'll not meddle in ' t . Let her be as she is : if she be fair , ' t is the better for her ; an she be not , she has the ' mends in her own hands . Tro . Good Pandarus . How now , Pandarus ! Pan ...
... dost not speak so much . Pan . ' Faith , I'll not meddle in ' t . Let her be as she is : if she be fair , ' t is the better for her ; an she be not , she has the ' mends in her own hands . Tro . Good Pandarus . How now , Pandarus ! Pan ...
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... Dost thou think I have no sense , thou strik'st me thus ? Ajax . The proclamation , - Ther . Thou art proclaimed a fool , I think . Ajax . Do not , porcupine , do not : my fingers itch . Ther . I would , thou didst itch from head to ...
... Dost thou think I have no sense , thou strik'st me thus ? Ajax . The proclamation , - Ther . Thou art proclaimed a fool , I think . Ajax . Do not , porcupine , do not : my fingers itch . Ther . I would , thou didst itch from head to ...
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... dost not use me courteously , To shame the zeal of my petition to thee , In praising her . I tell thee , lord of Greece , She is as far high - soaring o'er thy praises , As thou unworthy to be call'd her servant . I charge thee , use ...
... dost not use me courteously , To shame the zeal of my petition to thee , In praising her . I tell thee , lord of Greece , She is as far high - soaring o'er thy praises , As thou unworthy to be call'd her servant . I charge thee , use ...
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... dost thou so oppress me with thine eye ? Achil . Tell me , you heavens , in which part of his body Shall I destroy him , whether there , there , or there ? That I may give the local wound a name , And make distinct the very breach ...
... dost thou so oppress me with thine eye ? Achil . Tell me , you heavens , in which part of his body Shall I destroy him , whether there , there , or there ? That I may give the local wound a name , And make distinct the very breach ...
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... Dost thou entreat me , Hector ? To - morrow , do I meet thee , fell as death ; To - night , all friends . Hect . Thy hand upon that match . Agam . First , all you peers of Greece , go to my tent ; There in the full convive we ...
... Dost thou entreat me , Hector ? To - morrow , do I meet thee , fell as death ; To - night , all friends . Hect . Thy hand upon that match . Agam . First , all you peers of Greece , go to my tent ; There in the full convive we ...
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Apem Apemantus art thou Athens Aufidius Bassianus blood brother CAPULET Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressida dead dear death Diomed dost doth emperor empress Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear Flav folio fool friends give gods Goths hand hate hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector hither honour Juliet lady Lavinia live look lord Lucius Marcius MENENIUS Mercutio mother ne'er night noble Nurse PANDARUS Paris Patroclus peace pr'ythee pray Priam prince quarto Roman Rome Romeo SCENE Senators Serv Servant shalt speak sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Timon of Athens Titus Andronicus tongue tribunes Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy Tybalt Ulyss villain Volsces What's word
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Seite 327 - ROmeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Seite 336 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops ; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Seite 29 - Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then everything includes itself in power, Power into will, will into appetite; And appetite, an universal wolf, So doubly seconded with will and power, Must make perforce an universal prey, And last eat up himself.
Seite 305 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Seite 28 - Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, 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...
Seite 308 - But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Seite 307 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face ; Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke : but farewell compliment. Dost thou love me ? I know thou wilt say — Ay : And I will take thy word ; yet, if thou swear^st, Thou may'st prove false : at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Seite 298 - Of healths five fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts, and wakes ; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
Seite 64 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion ; A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past ; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done. Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : to have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Seite 64 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps-in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time.