The Works of William Shakespeare: The tempest. The two gentlemen of Verona. The merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure. The comedy of errorsMacmillan, 1863 |
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... Proteus . THURIO , a foolish rival to Valentine . EGLAMOUR , Agent for Silvia in her escape . HOST , where Julia lodges . OUTLAWS , with Valentine . SPEED , a clownish Servant to Valentine . LAUNCE , the like to Proteus . PANTHINO ...
... Proteus . THURIO , a foolish rival to Valentine . EGLAMOUR , Agent for Silvia in her escape . HOST , where Julia lodges . OUTLAWS , with Valentine . SPEED , a clownish Servant to Valentine . LAUNCE , the like to Proteus . PANTHINO ...
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... PROTEUS . Val . Cease to persuade , my loving Proteus : Home - keeping youth have ever homely wits . Were't not affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love , I rather would entreat thy company To see the ...
... PROTEUS . Val . Cease to persuade , my loving Proteus : Home - keeping youth have ever homely wits . Were't not affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love , I rather would entreat thy company To see the ...
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... Proteus , no ; now let us take our leave . To Milan let me hear from thee by letters Of thy success in love , and what news else Betideth here in absence of thy friend ; And I likewise will visit thee with mine . Pro . All happiness ...
... Proteus , no ; now let us take our leave . To Milan let me hear from thee by letters Of thy success in love , and what news else Betideth here in absence of thy friend ; And I likewise will visit thee with mine . Pro . All happiness ...
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... Proteus ? Luc . Lord , Lord ! to see what folly reigns in us ! Ful . How now ! what means this passion at his name ? Luc . Pardon , dear madam : ' tis a passing shame That I , unworthy body as I am , Should censure thus on lovely ...
... Proteus ? Luc . Lord , Lord ! to see what folly reigns in us ! Ful . How now ! what means this passion at his name ? Luc . Pardon , dear madam : ' tis a passing shame That I , unworthy body as I am , Should censure thus on lovely ...
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... Proteus . He would have given it you ; but I , being in the way , Did in your name receive it : pardon the fault , I pray . Ful . Now , by my modesty , a goodly broker ! Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines ? To whisper and conspire ...
... Proteus . He would have given it you ; but I , being in the way , Did in your name receive it : pardon the fault , I pray . Ful . Now , by my modesty , a goodly broker ! Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines ? To whisper and conspire ...
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Seite 332 - Be absolute for death ; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep. A breath thou art (Servile to all the skyey influences) That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.
Seite 34 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Seite 349 - Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, bring again ; Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, seal'd in vain.
Seite 51 - O, it is monstrous, monstrous: Methought the billows spoke and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded, and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded And with him there lie mudded.
Seite 62 - 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 17 - Cal. 0 ho, 0 ho ! would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pros. Abhorred slave, Which any print of goodness wilt not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known.
Seite 27 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, .Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Seite xxii - ... are now offer'd to your view cur'd and perfect of their limbes, and all the rest absolute in their numbers as he conceived them ; who, as he was a happie imitator of Nature, was a most gentle expresser of it. His mind and hand went together ; and what he thought, he uttered with that easinesse that wee have scarse received from him a blot in his papers.
Seite 294 - That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Seite 73 - Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant ; And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer ; Which pierces so, that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.