Tragedies. PoemsG. Routledge & Sons, 1867 |
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... fool ! To see it tetchy , and fall out with the dug . Shake , quoth the dove - house : ' t was no need , I trow , To bid me trudge . : - And since that time it is eleven years : For then she could stand alone ; nay , by the rood , She ...
... fool ! To see it tetchy , and fall out with the dug . Shake , quoth the dove - house : ' t was no need , I trow , To bid me trudge . : - And since that time it is eleven years : For then she could stand alone ; nay , by the rood , She ...
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... fool's paradise , as they say , it were a very gross kind of behaviour , as they say : for the gentlewoman is young ; and , therefore , if you should deal double with her , truly it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman ...
... fool's paradise , as they say , it were a very gross kind of behaviour , as they say : for the gentlewoman is young ; and , therefore , if you should deal double with her , truly it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman ...
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... fool ! Ben . Why dost thou stay ? [ Exit ROMEO . Enter Citizens , & c . 1 Cit . Which way ran he , that kill'd Mercutio ? Tybalt , that murderer , which way ran he ? Ben . There lies that Tybalt . 1 Cit . Up , sir , go with me ; I ...
... fool ! Ben . Why dost thou stay ? [ Exit ROMEO . Enter Citizens , & c . 1 Cit . Which way ran he , that kill'd Mercutio ? Tybalt , that murderer , which way ran he ? Ben . There lies that Tybalt . 1 Cit . Up , sir , go with me ; I ...
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... fool were married to her grave ! Cap . Soft , take me with you , take me with you , wife . How ! will she none ? doth she not give us thanks ? Is she not proud ? doth she not count her bless'd , Unworthy as she is , that we have wrought ...
... fool were married to her grave ! Cap . Soft , take me with you , take me with you , wife . How ! will she none ? doth she not give us thanks ? Is she not proud ? doth she not count her bless'd , Unworthy as she is , that we have wrought ...
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... fool . Oph . My lord , he hath importun'd me with love , In honourable fashion . Pol . Ay , fashion you may call it ; go to , go to . Oph . And hath given countenance to his speech , my lord , With all the vows of heaven.b Pol . Ay ...
... fool . Oph . My lord , he hath importun'd me with love , In honourable fashion . Pol . Ay , fashion you may call it ; go to , go to . Oph . And hath given countenance to his speech , my lord , With all the vows of heaven.b Pol . Ay ...
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Seite 124 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Seite 127 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Seite 124 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of christians, nor the gait of christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Seite 124 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Seite 106 - Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason ; Or by some habit, that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners ; — that these men, — Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, — Their virtues else, be they as pure as grace, As infinite as man may undergo, Shall in the general censure take corruption From that particular fault : the dram of eale Doth all the noble substance of a doubt, To his own scandal.] Enter Ghost.
Seite 22 - Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers
Seite 206 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Seite 318 - No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice : then must you speak Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well ; Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought, Perplex'd in the extreme ; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe...
Seite 305 - The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up ; to be discarded thence ! Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in ! Turn thy complexion there, Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin, — Ay, there, look grim as hell ! Des.
Seite 295 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont, Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. Now, by yond marble heaven, [Kneels] In the due reverence of a sacred vow I here engage my words.