The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Measure for measure. Midsummer-night's dream. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lostC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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... Heaven give thee moving graces ! Ang . Condemn the fault , and not the actor of it ! Why , every fault's condemn'd , ere it be done : Mine were the very cipher of a function , To fine the faults , whose fine stands in record , And let ...
... Heaven give thee moving graces ! Ang . Condemn the fault , and not the actor of it ! Why , every fault's condemn'd , ere it be done : Mine were the very cipher of a function , To fine the faults , whose fine stands in record , And let ...
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... heaven , nor man , grieve at the mercy . Ang . I will not do't . Isab . But can you , if you would ? Ang . Look , what I will not , that I cannot do . Isab . But might you do't , and do the world no wrong , If so your heart were touch'd ...
... heaven , nor man , grieve at the mercy . Ang . I will not do't . Isab . But can you , if you would ? Ang . Look , what I will not , that I cannot do . Isab . But might you do't , and do the world no wrong , If so your heart were touch'd ...
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... heaven With less respect than we do minister To our gross selves ? Good , good my lord , bethink you : Who is it that hath died for this offence ? There's many have committed it . Lucio . Ay , well said . Ang . The law hath not been ...
... heaven With less respect than we do minister To our gross selves ? Good , good my lord , bethink you : Who is it that hath died for this offence ? There's many have committed it . Lucio . Ay , well said . Ang . The law hath not been ...
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... heaven for thunder ; nothing but thunder . Merciful heaven ! Thou rather , with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt , Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled 10 oak , Than the soft myrtle 11 : -But man , proud man ! Drest in a little brief ...
... heaven for thunder ; nothing but thunder . Merciful heaven ! Thou rather , with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt , Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled 10 oak , Than the soft myrtle 11 : -But man , proud man ! Drest in a little brief ...
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... heaven , she win him ! Isab . We cannot weigh our brother with ourself : Great men may jest with saints : ' tis wit in them ; But , in the less , foul profanation . Lucio . Thou'rt in the right , girl ; more o ' that . Isab . That in ...
... heaven , she win him ! Isab . We cannot weigh our brother with ourself : Great men may jest with saints : ' tis wit in them ; But , in the less , foul profanation . Lucio . Thou'rt in the right , girl ; more o ' that . Isab . That in ...
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Armado Barnardine Bawd Beat Beatrice Benedick Biron Bora BORACHIO Boyet brother called Claud Claudio Cost Costard cousin death Demetrius Dogb dost doth Duke Egeus Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father fear fool friar gentle give grace hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Isab Kath King lady Leon Leonato lion look Lord Angelo lovers Lucio Lysander madam maid Marg marry master master constable means MEASURE FOR MEASURE mock moon Moth musick Navarre never night Oberon offence old copies read pardon PHILOSTRATE play Pompey pray prince Prov Provost Puck Pyramus Quin Rosaline SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's signify signior soul speak Steevens swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thing Thisby thou art Tita Titania to-morrow tongue troth true What's woman word
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Seite 6 - 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 413 - When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall. And milk comes frozen home in pail...
Seite 246 - 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.
Seite 235 - Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours. I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Seite 305 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest, Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor, Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Seite 54 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling...
Seite 412 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Seite 151 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore; To one thing constant never: Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into, Hey nonny, nonny. II. Sing no more ditties, sing no mo...
Seite 168 - Why, then take no note of him, but let him go ; and presently call the rest of the watch together, and thank God you are rid of a knave.
Seite 50 - Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum, For ending thee no sooner. Thou hast nor youth nor age; But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both ; for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms Of palsied eld ; and when thou art old and rich, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this That bears the name of life ? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths ; yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even.