The Works of William Shakespeare, Band 4Bickers & Son, 1883 |
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... Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent - house lid ; He shall live a man forbid : Weary sev'n - nights , nine times nine , Shall he dwindle , peak , and pine : Though his bark cannot be lost , Yet it shall be tempest ...
... Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent - house lid ; He shall live a man forbid : Weary sev'n - nights , nine times nine , Shall he dwindle , peak , and pine : Though his bark cannot be lost , Yet it shall be tempest ...
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... sleep Their drenched natures lie , as in a death , What cannot you and I perform upon Th ' unguarded Duncan ? what not put upon His spungy officers , who shall bear the guilt Of our great quell ? Macb . Bring forth men - children only ...
... sleep Their drenched natures lie , as in a death , What cannot you and I perform upon Th ' unguarded Duncan ? what not put upon His spungy officers , who shall bear the guilt Of our great quell ? Macb . Bring forth men - children only ...
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... sleep ; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder , Alarum'd by his sentinel , the wolf , Whose howl's his watch , thus with his stealthy pace , With Tarquin's ravishing strides , towards his design Moves like ...
... sleep ; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder , Alarum'd by his sentinel , the wolf , Whose howl's his watch , thus with his stealthy pace , With Tarquin's ravishing strides , towards his design Moves like ...
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... Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep , " - the innocent sleep , Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care , The death of each day's life , sore labour's bath , Balm of hurt minds , great nature's second course , Chief ...
... Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep , " - the innocent sleep , Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care , The death of each day's life , sore labour's bath , Balm of hurt minds , great nature's second course , Chief ...
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... sleep , and urine . Lechery , Sir , it provokes , and unprovokes ; it provokes the desire , but it takes away the performance : therefore , much drink may be said to be an equi- vocator with lechery : it makes him , and it mars him ; it ...
... sleep , and urine . Lechery , Sir , it provokes , and unprovokes ; it provokes the desire , but it takes away the performance : therefore , much drink may be said to be an equi- vocator with lechery : it makes him , and it mars him ; it ...
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Antony art thou Banquo Bawd beauty blood Boult BRABANTIO Cæs Cæsar Cassio Cleo Cleopatra Cloten CYMBELINE daughter dead dear death Desdemona DIONYZA doth Emil ENOBARBUS Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair false farewell father fear fool fortune foul Gent gentleman give Gloster gods grace grief GUIDERIUS Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven honour Iach Iago Kent king kiss lady Laer Laertes Lear live look lord LYSIMACHUS Macb Macbeth Macd Madam Mark Antony Michael Cassio mistress ne'er never night noble Othello Pericles poison'd POLONIUS Pompey poor Posthumus pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter SCENE shalt shame sleep sorrow soul speak sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought thyself to-night tongue villain weep What's wilt
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Seite 117 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Seite 73 - tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead! — nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Seite 109 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure.
Seite 691 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall out-live this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. 'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth : your praise shall still find room Even in the eyes of all posterity, That wear this...
Seite 705 - They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die; But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his...
Seite 718 - My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun ; Coral is far more red than her lips' red ; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun ; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks ; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound ; I grant I never saw a goddess go ; My mistress, when she...
Seite 486 - 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 718 - The expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action: and till action, lust Is perjur'd, murderous, bloody, full of blame, Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust; Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight; Past reason hunted; and no sooner had, 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 in quest, to have extreme; A bliss in proof,-- and prov'd, a very woe; Before, a joy propos'd; behind a dream. All...
Seite 702 - Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors of my silence cannot boast — I was not sick of any fear...
Seite 11 - Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear ; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, , Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withaL Enter an Attendant.