The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Adapted for Family ReadingRichard Griffin and Company, 1861 - 864 Seiten |
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... night thou shalt have cramps , Side - stitches that shall pen thy breath up ; urchins Shall , for that vast of night that they may work , All exercise on thee : thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honey - comb , each pinch more stinging ...
... night thou shalt have cramps , Side - stitches that shall pen thy breath up ; urchins Shall , for that vast of night that they may work , All exercise on thee : thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honey - comb , each pinch more stinging ...
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... night . Duke . Ay , but the doors be lock'd , and keys kept safe , That no man hath recourse to her by night . Val . What lets , but one may enter at her win- dow ? Duke . Her chamber is aloft , far from the ground , And built so ...
... night . Duke . Ay , but the doors be lock'd , and keys kept safe , That no man hath recourse to her by night . Val . What lets , but one may enter at her win- dow ? Duke . Her chamber is aloft , far from the ground , And built so ...
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... night your lady's chamber window With some sweet consort : to their instruments Tune a deploring dump ; the night's dead silence Will well become such sweet complaining griev- This , or else nothing , will inherit her . [ ance . Duke ...
... night your lady's chamber window With some sweet consort : to their instruments Tune a deploring dump ; the night's dead silence Will well become such sweet complaining griev- This , or else nothing , will inherit her . [ ance . Duke ...
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... night , or never . Be you in the Park about midnight , at Herne's oak , and you shall see wonders . Ford . Went you not to her yesterday , sir , as you told me you had appointed ? Fal . I went to her , Master Brook , as you see , like a ...
... night , or never . Be you in the Park about midnight , at Herne's oak , and you shall see wonders . Ford . Went you not to her yesterday , sir , as you told me you had appointed ? Fal . I went to her , Master Brook , as you see , like a ...
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... night at my house ; where I will de- sire thee to laugh at my wife , that now laughs at thee . Tell her , Master Slender hath married her daughter . Mrs. Page . Doctors doubt that : if Anne Page be my daughter , she is , by this , Dr ...
... night at my house ; where I will de- sire thee to laugh at my wife , that now laughs at thee . Tell her , Master Slender hath married her daughter . Mrs. Page . Doctors doubt that : if Anne Page be my daughter , she is , by this , Dr ...
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Seite 300 - To be, or not to be, — that is the question : — Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them ? — To die, — to sleep, — No more ; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, — 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream : — ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of...
Seite 186 - Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school : and then, the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Seite 324 - Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Seite 443 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke: Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Seite 122 - 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 373 - This is the excellent foppery of the world ! that, when we are sick in fortune, (often the surfeit of our own behaviour,) we make guilty of our disasters, the sun, the moon, and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity ; fools, "by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves, and treachers,* by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on...
Seite 103 - 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.
Seite 301 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters,...
Seite 355 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Seite 323 - Like the poor cat i' the adage ? Macb. . Pr'ythee, 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...