The Works of William Shakespeare, Band 2Chapman and Hall, 1866 |
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... fair A sunny look of his would soon repair : But , too unruly deer , he breaks the pale , And feeds from home ; poor I am but his stale . Luc . Self - harming jealousy , —fie , beat it hence ! Adr . Unfeeling fools can with such wrongs ...
... fair A sunny look of his would soon repair : But , too unruly deer , he breaks the pale , And feeds from home ; poor I am but his stale . Luc . Self - harming jealousy , —fie , beat it hence ! Adr . Unfeeling fools can with such wrongs ...
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... fair league and truce with thy true bed ; I live unstain'd , thou undishonourèd . ( 37 ) Ant . S. Plead you to me , fair dame ? I know you not : In Ephesus I am but two hours old , As strange unto your town as to your talk ; Who , every ...
... fair league and truce with thy true bed ; I live unstain'd , thou undishonourèd . ( 37 ) Ant . S. Plead you to me , fair dame ? I know you not : In Ephesus I am but two hours old , As strange unto your town as to your talk ; Who , every ...
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... fair , become disloyalty ; Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger ; Bear a fair presence , though your heart be tainted SCENE 1. ] 25 THE COMEDY OF ERRORS .
... fair , become disloyalty ; Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger ; Bear a fair presence , though your heart be tainted SCENE 1. ] 25 THE COMEDY OF ERRORS .
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William Shakespeare. Bear a fair presence , though your heart be tainted ; Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint ; Be secret - false : what need she be acquainted ? What simple thief brags of his own attaint ? ' Tis double wrong , to ...
William Shakespeare. Bear a fair presence , though your heart be tainted ; Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint ; Be secret - false : what need she be acquainted ? What simple thief brags of his own attaint ? ' Tis double wrong , to ...
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... fair sun , being by . Luc . Gaze where ( 57 ) you should , and that will clear your sight . Ant . S. As good to wink , sweet love , as look on night . Luc . Why call you me love ? call my sister so . Ant . S. Thy sister's sister . Luc ...
... fair sun , being by . Luc . Gaze where ( 57 ) you should , and that will clear your sight . Ant . S. As good to wink , sweet love , as look on night . Luc . Why call you me love ? call my sister so . Ant . S. Thy sister's sister . Luc ...
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Seite 410 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Seite 236 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit ; Tu-who...
Seite 278 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Seite 236 - A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl: Tu-who; Tu-whit, To-who'- A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Seite 399 - Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway ; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Seite 354 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more, for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
Seite 312 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Seite 378 - I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? 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.
Seite 278 - That very time I saw, (but thou couldst not,) Flying between the cold -moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon ; And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Seite 282 - CHORUS. Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.