The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left, Band 1S. Andrus, 1829 |
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... night thou shalt have cramps , Side - stiches , that shall pen thy breath up ; urchins1 Shall , for that vast of night that they may work , All exercise on thee : thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honey - combs , each pinch more ...
... night thou shalt have cramps , Side - stiches , that shall pen thy breath up ; urchins1 Shall , for that vast of night that they may work , All exercise on thee : thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honey - combs , each pinch more ...
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... night kept chain'd below . When I shall think , or Phoebus ' steeds are founder'd , Fairly spoke : Sit then , and talk with her , she is thine own.- What , Áriel : my industrious servant Ariel ! Pro . Enter Ariel . Pro . Thou and thy ...
... night kept chain'd below . When I shall think , or Phoebus ' steeds are founder'd , Fairly spoke : Sit then , and talk with her , she is thine own.- What , Áriel : my industrious servant Ariel ! Pro . Enter Ariel . Pro . Thou and thy ...
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... night . Only deserve my love , by loving him ; And presently go with me to my chamber , To take a note of what I stand in need of , To furnish me upon my longing journey . All that is mine I leave at thy dispose , My goods , my lands ...
... night . Only deserve my love , by loving him ; And presently go with me to my chamber , To take a note of what I stand in need of , To furnish me upon my longing journey . All that is mine I leave at thy dispose , My goods , my lands ...
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... night . Val . What lets , ' but one may enter at her win- dow ? Duke . Her chamber is aloft , far from the ground ; And built so shelving that one cannot climb it Without apparent hazard of his life . Val . Why then , a ladder ...
... night . Val . What lets , ' but one may enter at her win- dow ? Duke . Her chamber is aloft , far from the ground ; And built so shelving that one cannot climb it Without apparent hazard of his life . Val . Why then , a ladder ...
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... night your lady's chamber - window With some sweet concert : to their instruments so . - Tune a deploring dump ; 4 the night's dead silence Will well become such sweet complaining griev- Duke . My daughter takes his going grievously ...
... night your lady's chamber - window With some sweet concert : to their instruments so . - Tune a deploring dump ; 4 the night's dead silence Will well become such sweet complaining griev- Duke . My daughter takes his going grievously ...
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art thou Banquo Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio comes cousin daughter dear death doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear fool Ford gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Host Isab Kath king knave lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander Macb Macbeth Macd madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Petruchio Pist Poins Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince Proteus Re-enter SCENE Shal signior Sir Andrew Ague-cheek sir John Sir John Falstaff soul speak swear sweet tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue true unto What's wife wilt woman word
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Seite 209 - 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 100 - 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 446 - That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge,...
Seite 209 - All this I give you. Let me be your servant : Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood, Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly.
Seite 23 - 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 : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, • And they shall be themselves.
Seite 320 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? Macb. Prithee, peace I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. Lady M. What beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know How tender...
Seite 288 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er 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 334 - 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 320 - Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other.