Dramatic Works of ShakespeareWilliam Paterson, 1883 |
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... sweet , as when desire did sue : Therefore this maxime out of love I teach ; " Atchievement , is command ; ungain'd , beseech . That though my hearts Contents firme love doth beare , Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appeare . Exit ...
... sweet , as when desire did sue : Therefore this maxime out of love I teach ; " Atchievement , is command ; ungain'd , beseech . That though my hearts Contents firme love doth beare , Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appeare . Exit ...
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... , Nor faint in the pursuite . Pri . Paris , you speake Like one be - sotted on your sweet delights ; You have the Hony still , but these the Gall , So to be valiant , is no praise at all SC . 1 . 35 Troylus and Cressida .
... , Nor faint in the pursuite . Pri . Paris , you speake Like one be - sotted on your sweet delights ; You have the Hony still , but these the Gall , So to be valiant , is no praise at all SC . 1 . 35 Troylus and Cressida .
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... sweet composure ; Praise him that got thee , she that gave thee sucke : Fame be thy Tutor , and thy parts of nature Thrice fam'd beyond , beyond all erudition ; But he that disciplin'd thy armes to fight , Let 44 ACT I. Troylus and ...
... sweet composure ; Praise him that got thee , she that gave thee sucke : Fame be thy Tutor , and thy parts of nature Thrice fam'd beyond , beyond all erudition ; But he that disciplin'd thy armes to fight , Let 44 ACT I. Troylus and ...
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... sweet Lady sad , is a sower offence . Pan . Nay , that shall not serve your turne , that shall it not in truth la . Nay , I care not for such words , no , no . And my Lord he desires you , that if the King call for him at Supper , you ...
... sweet Lady sad , is a sower offence . Pan . Nay , that shall not serve your turne , that shall it not in truth la . Nay , I care not for such words , no , no . And my Lord he desires you , that if the King call for him at Supper , you ...
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... sweet Lord thou hast a fine fore - head . Pan . I you may , you may . Hel . Let thy song be love : this love will undoe us al . Oh Cupid , Cupid , Cupid . Pan . Love ? I that it shall yfaith . Par . I , good now love , love , no thing ...
... sweet Lord thou hast a fine fore - head . Pan . I you may , you may . Hel . Let thy song be love : this love will undoe us al . Oh Cupid , Cupid , Cupid . Pan . Love ? I that it shall yfaith . Par . I , good now love , love , no thing ...
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Seite 328 - and yet all different. O mickle is the powerfull grace that lies In Plants, Hearbs, stones, and their true qualities : For nought so vile, that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special! good doth give. Nor ought so good, but strain'd from that faire use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse. Vertue
Seite 383 - my Wife, Death that hath suckt the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy Beautie : Thou art not conquer'd : Beauties ensigne yet Is Crymson in thy lips, and in thy cheekes, And Deaths pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, ly'st thou there in thy bloudy sheet
Seite 19 - the Shores, And make a soppe of all this solid Globe : Strength should be Lord of imbecility, And the rude Sonne should strike his Father dead : Force should be right, or rather, right and wrong, (Betweene whose endlesse Jarre, Justice recides) Should loose her names, and so should Justice too.
Seite 323 - What man art thou, that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsell ? Rom. By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am : My name deare Saint, is hatefull to my selfe, Because it is an Enemy to thee, Had I it written, I would teare the word.
Seite 339 - the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight : Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then Love-devouring death do what he dare, It is inough, I may but call her mine. Fri. These violent delights have violent endes, And in their triumph : die like
Seite 324 - Jul. How cam'st thou hither. Tell me, and wherefore ? The Orchard walls are high, and hard to climbe, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here. Rom. With Loves light wings Did I ore-perch these Walls, For stony limits cannot hold
Seite 324 - What I have spoke, but farewell Complement, Doest thou Love ? I know thou wilt say I, And I will take thy word, yet if thou swear'st, Thou maiest prove false : at Lovers perjuries They say Jove laught, oh gentle Romeo, If thou dost Love, pronounce it faithfully : Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly wonne,
Seite 204 - now, I have forgot my part, And I am out, even to a full Disgrace. Best of my Flesh, Forgive my Tyranny : but do not say, For that forgive our Romanes. Oa kisse Long as my Exile, sweet as my Revenge ! Now by the jealous Queene of Heaven, that kisse
Seite 311 - Summer hath not such a flower. Nurse. Nay hee's a flower, infaith a very flower. Old La. What say you, can you love the Gentleman ? This night you shall behold him at our Feast, Read ore the volume of young Paris face, And find delight, writ there with Beauties pen : Examine
Seite 338 - Nur. Your Love saies like an honest Gentleman, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, And I warrant a vertuous : where is your Mother ? Jul. Where is my Mother ? Why she is within, where should she be ? How odly thou repli'st : Your Love saies like an honest Gentleman : Where is your Mother