The Works of William Shakespeare, Band 8Chapman and Hall, 1866 |
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... queen o ' the feast , - For , daughter , so you are , ―here take your place : Marshal the rest , as they deserve their grace . Knights . We're honour'd much by good Simonides . Sim . Your presence glads our days : honour we love ; For ...
... queen o ' the feast , - For , daughter , so you are , ―here take your place : Marshal the rest , as they deserve their grace . Knights . We're honour'd much by good Simonides . Sim . Your presence glads our days : honour we love ; For ...
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... queen with child makes her desire- Which who shall cross ? -along to go : - Omit we all their dole and woe : - Lychorida , her nurse , she takes , And so to sea . Their ( 114 ) vessel shakes On Neptune's billow ; half the flood Hath ...
... queen with child makes her desire- Which who shall cross ? -along to go : - Omit we all their dole and woe : - Lychorida , her nurse , she takes , And so to sea . Their ( 114 ) vessel shakes On Neptune's billow ; half the flood Hath ...
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... queen's travail ! ( 122 ) Enter LYCHORIDA , with an Infant . Now , Lychorida ! Lyc . Here is a thing too young for such a place , Who , if it had conceit , would die , as I Am like to do : take in your arms this piece Of your dead Per .
... queen's travail ! ( 122 ) Enter LYCHORIDA , with an Infant . Now , Lychorida ! Lyc . Here is a thing too young for such a place , Who , if it had conceit , would die , as I Am like to do : take in your arms this piece Of your dead Per .
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... queen , - A little daughter : for the sake of it , Be manly , and take comfort . Per . O you gods ! Why do you make us love your goodly gifts , And snatch them straight away ? We here below Recall not what we give , and therein may Vie ...
... queen , - A little daughter : for the sake of it , Be manly , and take comfort . Per . O you gods ! Why do you make us love your goodly gifts , And snatch them straight away ? We here below Recall not what we give , and therein may Vie ...
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William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Per . As you think meet . - Most wretched queen ! ( 126 ) Lyc . Here she lies , sir . Per . A terrible childbed hast thou had , my dear ; No light , no fire : th ' unfriendly elements Forgot thee ...
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Per . As you think meet . - Most wretched queen ! ( 126 ) Lyc . Here she lies , sir . Per . A terrible childbed hast thou had , my dear ; No light , no fire : th ' unfriendly elements Forgot thee ...
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Seite 404 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Seite 407 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Seite 413 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad : Mad in pursuit, and in possession so ; Had, having, and...
Seite 407 - Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Seite 397 - And yet this time remov'd was summer's time ; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...
Seite 362 - Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired ; But then begins a journey in my head...
Seite 365 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Seite 409 - Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing : For why should others' false adulterate eyes Give salutation to my sportive blood ? Or on my frailties why are frailer spies, Which in their wills count bad what I think good ? No, I am that I am ; and they that level At my abuses, reckon up their own : I may be straight, though they themselves be bevel. By their rank thoughts my deeds must not be shown ; Unless this general evil they maintain, All men are bad, and in their badness reign.
Seite 364 - Hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye As interest of the dead, which now appear But things remov'd that hidden in thee lie ! Thou art the grave where buried love doth live, Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone, Who all their parts of me to thee did give; That due of many now is thine alone : Their images I lov'd I view in thee, And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.
Seite 359 - A man in hue, all hues in his controlling, Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth. And for a woman wert thou first created, Till Nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting, And by addition me of thee defeated By adding one thing to my purpose nothing. But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure, Mine be thy love, and thy love's use their treasure.