The Works of William Shakespeare, Band 2Chapman and Hall, 1866 |
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... fear , Fore'd me to seek delays for them and me . And this ( ) it was , -for other means was none : — The sailors sought for safety by our boat , And left the ship , then sinking - ripe , to us : My wife , more careful for the latter ...
... fear , Fore'd me to seek delays for them and me . And this ( ) it was , -for other means was none : — The sailors sought for safety by our boat , And left the ship , then sinking - ripe , to us : My wife , more careful for the latter ...
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... fear my money is not safe . [ Exit . ACT II . SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus . Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA . Adr . Neither my husband nor the slave return'd , That in such haste I sent to seek his master ! Sure ...
... fear my money is not safe . [ Exit . ACT II . SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus . Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA . Adr . Neither my husband nor the slave return'd , That in such haste I sent to seek his master ! Sure ...
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... fear you ne'er see chain nor money more . Ang . You are a merry man , Ant . S. What I should think of this , I cannot tell : sir : fare you well . [ Exit . But this I think , there's no man is so vain That would refuse so fair an offer ...
... fear you ne'er see chain nor money more . Ang . You are a merry man , Ant . S. What I should think of this , I cannot tell : sir : fare you well . [ Exit . But this I think , there's no man is so vain That would refuse so fair an offer ...
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... fear . Adr . As if Time were in debt ! how fondly dost thou reason ! Dro . S. Time is a very bankrupt , and owes more than he's worth to season . Nay , he's a thief too : have you not heard men say , That Time comes stealing on by night ...
... fear . Adr . As if Time were in debt ! how fondly dost thou reason ! Dro . S. Time is a very bankrupt , and owes more than he's worth to season . Nay , he's a thief too : have you not heard men say , That Time comes stealing on by night ...
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... Fear me not , man ; I will not break away : I'll give thee , ere I leave thee , so much money , To warrant thee , as I am ' rested for . My wife is in a wayward mood to - day , And will not lightly trust the messenger : That I should be ...
... Fear me not , man ; I will not break away : I'll give thee , ere I leave thee , so much money , To warrant thee , as I am ' rested for . My wife is in a wayward mood to - day , And will not lightly trust the messenger : That I should be ...
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Seite 410 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Seite 236 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit ; Tu-who...
Seite 278 - 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 236 - A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl: Tu-who; Tu-whit, To-who'- A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Seite 399 - Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway ; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Seite 354 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more, for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
Seite 312 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Seite 378 - I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Seite 278 - That very time I saw, (but thou couldst not,) Flying between the cold -moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon ; And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Seite 282 - CHORUS. Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.