The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical: |
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Thy fates open their hands , let thy blood and spirit embrace them ; and to inure
thy self to what thou art like to be , cast thy humble Nough , and appear fresh . Be
opposite with a kinsman , furly with servants : let thy tongue tang arguments of ...
Thy fates open their hands , let thy blood and spirit embrace them ; and to inure
thy self to what thou art like to be , cast thy humble Nough , and appear fresh . Be
opposite with a kinsman , furly with servants : let thy tongue tang arguments of ...
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Go , write in a martial hand ; be curft and brief : it is no matter how witty , so it be
eloquent , and full of invention ; ( 7 ) taunt him with the licence of ink ; if thou thou'f
him some thrice , it shall not be amiss ; and as many lies as will lye in thy sheet ...
Go , write in a martial hand ; be curft and brief : it is no matter how witty , so it be
eloquent , and full of invention ; ( 7 ) taunt him with the licence of ink ; if thou thou'f
him some thrice , it shall not be amiss ; and as many lies as will lye in thy sheet ...
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Talkeft thou of nothing but ladies ? Sir To . Well said , master Parson . Mal . Sir
Topas , never was man thus wrongd ; good Sir Topas , do not think , I am mad ;
they have laid me here in hideous darkness . Clo . Fie , thou dishonest fathan ; I
call ...
Talkeft thou of nothing but ladies ? Sir To . Well said , master Parson . Mal . Sir
Topas , never was man thus wrongd ; good Sir Topas , do not think , I am mad ;
they have laid me here in hideous darkness . Clo . Fie , thou dishonest fathan ; I
call ...
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Thy substance , valu'd at the highest rate , Cannot amount unto a hundred marks
; Therefore , by law thou art condemn'd to die . Ægeon . Yet this my comfort ,
when your words are done , My woes end likewise with the evening fun . Duke .
Thy substance , valu'd at the highest rate , Cannot amount unto a hundred marks
; Therefore , by law thou art condemn'd to die . Ægeon . Yet this my comfort ,
when your words are done , My woes end likewise with the evening fun . Duke .
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Hermione , Queen to the worthy Leontes , King of Sicilia , thou art bere accused
and arraigned of high treafon , in committing adultery avith Polixenes , King of
Bohemia , and confpiring with Camillo to take the life of our favereign bord the
King ...
Hermione , Queen to the worthy Leontes , King of Sicilia , thou art bere accused
and arraigned of high treafon , in committing adultery avith Polixenes , King of
Bohemia , and confpiring with Camillo to take the life of our favereign bord the
King ...
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Seite 70 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Seite 137 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Seite 384 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Seite 295 - But nature makes that mean; so over that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Seite 384 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Seite 283 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Seite 101 - 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 419 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.