The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, Band 3 |
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My gracious sovereign , Howe ' er it pleases you to take it so , The ring was never
her ' s . Count . Son , on my life , I have seen her wear it ; and she reckon ' d it At
her life ' s rate . Laf . I am sure , I saw her wear it . Ber . You are deceiv ' d , my ...
My gracious sovereign , Howe ' er it pleases you to take it so , The ring was never
her ' s . Count . Son , on my life , I have seen her wear it ; and she reckon ' d it At
her life ' s rate . Laf . I am sure , I saw her wear it . Ber . You are deceiv ' d , my ...
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To have a worthy feeding : but I have it Upon his own report , and I believe it ; He
looks like sootht : He says he loves my daughter ; I think so too ; for never gaz ' d
the moon Upon the water , as he ' ll stand , and read , As ' twere , my daughter ...
To have a worthy feeding : but I have it Upon his own report , and I believe it ; He
looks like sootht : He says he loves my daughter ; I think so too ; for never gaz ' d
the moon Upon the water , as he ' ll stand , and read , As ' twere , my daughter ...
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Will you swear Never to marry , but by my free leave ? Leon . Never , Paulina ; so
he bless ' d my spirit ! Paul . Then , good my lords , bear witness to his oath . Cleo
. You tempt him over - much . Paul . Unless another , As like Hermione as is ...
Will you swear Never to marry , but by my free leave ? Leon . Never , Paulina ; so
he bless ' d my spirit ! Paul . Then , good my lords , bear witness to his oath . Cleo
. You tempt him over - much . Paul . Unless another , As like Hermione as is ...
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The time was once , when thou unurg ' d would ' st vow , That never words were
musick to thine ear , That never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch
well - welcome to thy hand , That never meat sweet - savour ' d in thy taste ,
Unless ...
The time was once , when thou unurg ' d would ' st vow , That never words were
musick to thine ear , That never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch
well - welcome to thy hand , That never meat sweet - savour ' d in thy taste ,
Unless ...
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That will never be ; , Who can impress the forest t ; bid the tree Unfix his earth -
bound root ? sweet bodements ! good ! Rebellious head , rise never , till the
wood of Birnam rise , and our high - plac ' d Macbeth Shall live the lease of
nature ...
That will never be ; , Who can impress the forest t ; bid the tree Unfix his earth -
bound root ? sweet bodements ! good ! Rebellious head , rise never , till the
wood of Birnam rise , and our high - plac ' d Macbeth Shall live the lease of
nature ...
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attendants bear better Bianca blood bring comes Count daughter death doth Dromio Duke Enter Erit Exeunt eyes face fair father fear fellow fool give gone grace Gremio hand hast hath hear heart heaven hence hold honour hope hour husband I'll Kath keep king knock Lady leave Leon live look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd madam marry master mean mistress nature never night noble officer Paul Petruchio play poor pray present queen ring Rosse SCENE Servant sister sleep speak stand stay sure sweet tell thank thee There's thine things thou art thought true truth wife Witch young
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Seite 378 - Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love.
Seite 374 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it...
Seite 250 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids...
Seite 378 - And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Seite 188 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land...
Seite 382 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Which was not so before. — There's no such thing : It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes. — Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep...
Seite 382 - Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd 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 a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Seite 367 - Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
Seite 426 - Himself best knows : but strangely-visited people, All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The mere despair of surgery, he cures ; Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, Put on with holy prayers : and, 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction.
Seite 406 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M.