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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... thee , Pandarus , — When I do tell thee , there my hopes lie drown'd , Reply not in how many fathoms deep They lie indrench'd . I tell thee , I am mad In Cressid's love thou answer'st , she is fair ; Pour'st in the open ulcer of my ...
... thee , Pandarus , — When I do tell thee , there my hopes lie drown'd , Reply not in how many fathoms deep They lie indrench'd . I tell thee , I am mad In Cressid's love thou answer'st , she is fair ; Pour'st in the open ulcer of my ...
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... thee , thou mon- grel beef - witted lord ! Ajax . Speak then , thou vinewd'st ' leaven , speak : I will beat thee into handsomeness . Ther . I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holiness : but , I think , thy horse will sooner con an ...
... thee , thou mon- grel beef - witted lord ! Ajax . Speak then , thou vinewd'st ' leaven , speak : I will beat thee into handsomeness . Ther . I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holiness : but , I think , thy horse will sooner con an ...
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... thee into shivers with his fist , as a sailor breaks a biscuit . Ajax . You whoreson cur ! Ther . Do , do . Ajax . Thou stool for a witch ! [ Beating him . Ther . Ay , do , do ; thou sodden - witted lord ! thou hast no more brain than I ...
... thee into shivers with his fist , as a sailor breaks a biscuit . Ajax . You whoreson cur ! Ther . Do , do . Ajax . Thou stool for a witch ! [ Beating him . Ther . Ay , do , do ; thou sodden - witted lord ! thou hast no more brain than I ...
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... thee from a tutor , and discipline come not near thee ! Let thy blood be thy direction till thy death ! then , if she , that lays thee out , says thou art a fair corse , I'll be sworn and sworn upon't she never shrouded any but lazars ...
... thee from a tutor , and discipline come not near thee ! Let thy blood be thy direction till thy death ! then , if she , that lays thee out , says thou art a fair corse , I'll be sworn and sworn upon't she never shrouded any but lazars ...
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... thee , her that gave thee suck : Fam❜d be thy tutor , and thy parts of nature Thrice - fam'd , beyond all erudition ; But he that disciplin'd thine arms to fight , Let Mars divide eternity in twain , And give him half ; and for thy ...
... thee , her that gave thee suck : Fam❜d be thy tutor , and thy parts of nature Thrice - fam'd , beyond all erudition ; But he that disciplin'd thine arms to fight , Let Mars divide eternity in twain , And give him half ; and for thy ...
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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.