The dramatic (poetical) works of William Shakspeare; illustr., embracing a life of the poet and notes, Band 1 |
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... Laun . Nay , ' twill be this hour ere I have done weeping ; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault ; I have received my proportion , like the pro- digious son , and am going with Sir Proteus to the Imperial's court . I think ...
... Laun . Nay , ' twill be this hour ere I have done weeping ; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault ; I have received my proportion , like the pro- digious son , and am going with Sir Proteus to the Imperial's court . I think ...
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... Laun . For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue . Pan . Where should I lose my tongue ? Laun . In thy tale . Pan . In thy tail ? Laun . Lose the tide , and the voyage , and the mas- ter , and the service : And the tide ! —Why , man , if ...
... Laun . For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue . Pan . Where should I lose my tongue ? Laun . In thy tale . Pan . In thy tail ? Laun . Lose the tide , and the voyage , and the mas- ter , and the service : And the tide ! —Why , man , if ...
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... Laun . Forswear not thyself , sweet youth ; for I am not welcome . I reckon this always - that a man is never undone ... Laun . Marry , after they closed in earnest , they parted very fairly in jest . Speed . But shall she marry him ...
... Laun . Forswear not thyself , sweet youth ; for I am not welcome . I reckon this always - that a man is never undone ... Laun . Marry , after they closed in earnest , they parted very fairly in jest . Speed . But shall she marry him ...
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... Laun . Ay , and what I do too : look thee I'll but lean , and my staff understands me . Speed . It stands under thee , indeed . Laun . Why , stand under and understand is all one . Speed . But tell me true , will't be a match ? Laun ...
... Laun . Ay , and what I do too : look thee I'll but lean , and my staff understands me . Speed . It stands under thee , indeed . Laun . Why , stand under and understand is all one . Speed . But tell me true , will't be a match ? Laun ...
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... Laun . Can nothing speak ? master , shall I strike ? Pro . Whom would'st thou strike ? Laun . Nothing . Pro . Villain , forbear . Laun . Why , sir , I'll strike nothing : I pray you- Pro . Sirrah , I say , forbear : Friend Valentine , a ...
... Laun . Can nothing speak ? master , shall I strike ? Pro . Whom would'st thou strike ? Laun . Nothing . Pro . Villain , forbear . Laun . Why , sir , I'll strike nothing : I pray you- Pro . Sirrah , I say , forbear : Friend Valentine , a ...
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Seite 47 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Seite 246 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Seite 65 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Seite 345 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Seite 439 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Seite 65 - gainst my fury Do I take part. The rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance. They being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
Seite 66 - But this rough magic I here abjure ; and, when I have required Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff.
Seite 60 - 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-capped 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..
Seite 65 - twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt - the strong-based promontory Have I made shake, and by the spurs plucked up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth By my so potent art.
Seite xxxiii - His first defect is that to which may be imputed most of the evil in books or in men. He sacrifices virtue to convenience, and is so much more careful to please than to instruct, that he seems to write without any moral purpose. From his writings indeed a system of social duty may be selected...