The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Adapted for Family ReadingRichard Griffin and Company, 1861 - 864 Seiten |
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... sweet honey , And kill the bees that yield it , with your stings . I'll kiss each several paper for amends . [ Julia ! Look , here is writ - kind Julia ; " - unkind As in revenge of thy ingratitude , I throw thy name against the ...
... sweet honey , And kill the bees that yield it , with your stings . I'll kiss each several paper for amends . [ Julia ! Look , here is writ - kind Julia ; " - unkind As in revenge of thy ingratitude , I throw thy name against the ...
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... Sweet love ! sweet lines ! sweet life ! Here is her hand , the agent of her heart ; Here is her oath for love , her honour's pawn . O , that our fathers would applaud our loves , To seal our happiness with their consents ! O heavenly ...
... Sweet love ! sweet lines ! sweet life ! Here is her hand , the agent of her heart ; Here is her oath for love , her honour's pawn . O , that our fathers would applaud our loves , To seal our happiness with their consents ! O heavenly ...
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... sweet benefit of time To clothe mine age with angel - like perfection Yet hath Sir Proteus , for that's his name , Made use and fair advantage of his days : His years but young , but his experience old ; His head unmellow'd , but his ...
... sweet benefit of time To clothe mine age with angel - like perfection Yet hath Sir Proteus , for that's his name , Made use and fair advantage of his days : His years but young , but his experience old ; His head unmellow'd , but his ...
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... sweet lady ; but too mean a servant To have a look of such a worthy mistress . Val . Leave off discourse of disability.- Sweet lady , entertain him for your servant . Pro . My duty will I boast of , nothing else . Sil . And duty ...
... sweet lady ; but too mean a servant To have a look of such a worthy mistress . Val . Leave off discourse of disability.- Sweet lady , entertain him for your servant . Pro . My duty will I boast of , nothing else . Sil . And duty ...
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... sweet youth , for I am not welcome . I reckon this always- that a man is never undone , till he be hang'd ; nor never welcome to a place , till some certain shot be paid , and the hostess say , welcome . Speed . Come on , you mad - cap ...
... sweet youth , for I am not welcome . I reckon this always- that a man is never undone , till he be hang'd ; nor never welcome to a place , till some certain shot be paid , and the hostess say , welcome . Speed . Come on , you mad - cap ...
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art thou Banquo beseech better Biron brother Cassio Claud Claudio Coriolanus Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool Ford gentle gentleman give grace Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour husband Iago Isab Kath Kent King knave lady Laertes Lear Leon Leonato look lord Lucio Macb Macbeth Macd madam Malvolio marry master Master Doctor mistress never night noble Othello Pedro play Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince Proteus Queen Romeo SCENE Signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK soul speak swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue true Tybalt villain What's wife woman word
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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...