The Complete Works of William ShakespeareAmerican News Company, 1880 - 1097 Seiten |
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... hour destroy us ? Pros . Wherefore did they not Well demanded , wench : My tale provokes that question . Dear , they ... hours and tutors not so careful . Mir , Heavens thank you for't ! And now , I pray you , sir , For still ' tis ...
... hour destroy us ? Pros . Wherefore did they not Well demanded , wench : My tale provokes that question . Dear , they ... hours and tutors not so careful . Mir , Heavens thank you for't ! And now , I pray you , sir , For still ' tis ...
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... 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 . But thy vile [ good natures Though thou didst ...
... 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 . But thy vile [ good natures Though thou didst ...
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... hour Shortly shall all my labors end , and thou Shalt have the air at freedom : for a little Follow , and do me service . [ Exeunt . ACT V. SCENE 1. Before PROSPERO'S cell . Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes , and ARIEL . Pros . Now ...
... hour Shortly shall all my labors end , and thou Shalt have the air at freedom : for a little Follow , and do me service . [ Exeunt . ACT V. SCENE 1. Before PROSPERO'S cell . Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes , and ARIEL . Pros . Now ...
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... hour o'erslips me in the day Wherein I sigh not , Julia , for thy sake , The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Torment me for my love's forgetfulness ! My father stays my coming ; answer not ; The tide is now : nay , not thy tide of ...
... hour o'erslips me in the day Wherein I sigh not , Julia , for thy sake , The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Torment me for my love's forgetfulness ! My father stays my coming ; answer not ; The tide is now : nay , not thy tide of ...
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... hour's heat Dissolves to water and doth lose his form . A little time will melt her frozen thoughts , And worthless Valentine shall be forgot . Enter PROTEUS . ΤΟ How now , Sir Proteus ! Is your countryman According to our proclamation ...
... hour's heat Dissolves to water and doth lose his form . A little time will melt her frozen thoughts , And worthless Valentine shall be forgot . Enter PROTEUS . ΤΟ How now , Sir Proteus ! Is your countryman According to our proclamation ...
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Alençon arms art thou Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin crown daughter death doth Duke Duke of York Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff farewell father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give Glou grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honor Isab Kath king knave lady Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Pist Pompey pray Prince prithee Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier SCENE Shal shame Signior Sir John Sir John Falstaff sirrah Somerset soul speak Suffolk swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto What's wife wilt word York
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Seite 210 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Seite 192 - If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? Why, revenge. The villany you teach me, I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Seite 8 - I" the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
Seite 536 - God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day ; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Seite 202 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Seite 214 - And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Seite 442 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in *» Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly...
Seite 181 - In sooth, I know not why I am so sad : It wearies me ; you say it wearies you ; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn ; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me. That I have much ado to know myself.
Seite 193 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot, how nourished ? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell ; 70 I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
Seite 422 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.