The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Band 3American book exchange, 1881 |
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... thine : this love that thou hast shown Doth add more grief to too much of mine own . Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs ; Being purged , a fire sparkling in lovers ' eyes ; Being vex'd , a sea nourish'd with lovers ' tears ...
... thine : this love that thou hast shown Doth add more grief to too much of mine own . Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs ; Being purged , a fire sparkling in lovers ' eyes ; Being vex'd , a sea nourish'd with lovers ' tears ...
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... thine eyes ; Examine other beauties . ' Tis the way Rom . To call hers exquisite , in question more : These happy masks that kiss fair ladies ' brows Being black put us in mind they hide the fair ; He that is strucken blind cannot ...
... thine eyes ; Examine other beauties . ' Tis the way Rom . To call hers exquisite , in question more : These happy masks that kiss fair ladies ' brows Being black put us in mind they hide the fair ; He that is strucken blind cannot ...
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... thine only nurse , I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat . La . Cap . Well , think of marriage now ; younger than you , Here in Verona , ladies of esteem , Are made already mothers : by my count , I was your mother much ...
... thine only nurse , I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat . La . Cap . Well , think of marriage now ; younger than you , Here in Verona , ladies of esteem , Are made already mothers : by my count , I was your mother much ...
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... thine eye Than twenty of their swords : look thou but sweet , And I am proof against their enmity . Jul . I would not for the world they saw thee here . Rom . I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight ; And but thou love me , let ...
... thine eye Than twenty of their swords : look thou but sweet , And I am proof against their enmity . Jul . I would not for the world they saw thee here . Rom . I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight ; And but thou love me , let ...
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... thine eyes , peace in thy breast ! Would I were sleep and peace , so sweet to rest ! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell , His help to crave , and my dear hap to tell . [ Exit . 190 SCENE III . Friar Laurence's cell . Enter FRIAR ...
... thine eyes , peace in thy breast ! Would I were sleep and peace , so sweet to rest ! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell , His help to crave , and my dear hap to tell . [ Exit . 190 SCENE III . Friar Laurence's cell . Enter FRIAR ...
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Alcibiades Antony Apem Apemantus art thou Banquo better blood Brutus Cæsar Casca Cassio Cleo CYMBELINE daughter dead dear death Desdemona doth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fool fortune friends Gent gentleman give Glou gods grief GUIDERIUS Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Iach Iago is't Kent king knave L's L's lady Laer Laertes Lear live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd madam Mark Antony married master Merry Wives Michael Cassio mistress ne'er never night noble Nurse Othello Pericles Polonius Pompey poor pray prithee queen Re-enter Romeo SCENE sleep soul speak sweet sword tell Temp thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Titinius to-night Tybalt villain What's wilt Wint word
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Seite 298 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep...
Seite 310 - 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?
Seite 179 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man That love my friend, and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech To stir men's blood.
Seite 299 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels * bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after...
Seite 388 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely : touch me with noble anger ! And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Seite 290 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises ; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Seite 303 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Seite 265 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly : these indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within which passeth show ; These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Seite 251 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Seite 141 - O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The live-long day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome: And when you saw his chariot but appear, Have you not made an universal shout, That Tiber trembled underneath her banks, To hear the replication of your sounds, Made in her concave shores?