The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Band 1American book exchange, 1881 |
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... thou art . Gon . I'll warrant him for drowning ; though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as an un- stanched wench . Boats . Lay her a - hold , a - hold ! set her two courses off to sea again ; lay her off . Enter ...
... thou art . Gon . I'll warrant him for drowning ; though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as an un- stanched wench . Boats . Lay her a - hold , a - hold ! set her two courses off to sea again ; lay her off . Enter ...
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... Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of whence I am , nor that I am more better Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , And thy no greater father . Mir . More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts . Pros . ' Tis time ...
... Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of whence I am , nor that I am more better Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , And thy no greater father . Mir . More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts . Pros . ' Tis time ...
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William Shakespeare. Will ever after droop . Here cease more questions : Thou art inclined to sleep ; ' tis a good dulness , And give it way : I know thou canst not choose . [ Miranda sleeps . Come away , servant , come . I am ready now ...
William Shakespeare. Will ever after droop . Here cease more questions : Thou art inclined to sleep ; ' tis a good dulness , And give it way : I know thou canst not choose . [ Miranda sleeps . Come away , servant , come . I am ready now ...
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... thou art , with human care , and lodged thee In mine own cell , till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child . Cal . O ho , O ho ! would't had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled elso This isle with Calibans ...
... thou art , with human care , and lodged thee In mine own cell , till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child . Cal . O ho , O ho ! would't had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled elso This isle with Calibans ...
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... art thou waking ? Ant . Do you not hear me speak ? Seb . I do ; and surely 210 It is a sleepy language and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep . What is it thou didst say ? This is a strange repose , to be asleep With eyes wide open ...
... art thou waking ? Ant . Do you not hear me speak ? Seb . I do ; and surely 210 It is a sleepy language and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep . What is it thou didst say ? This is a strange repose , to be asleep With eyes wide open ...
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Angelo art thou Beat Benedick better Biron Boyet brother Caius Claud Claudio comes Costard daughter dear doth ducats Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear fool Ford friar gentle gentleman give grace Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour husband Illyria Isab Kath King knave lady Launce Leon Leonato look lord Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master Master constable master doctor mistress Moth never night Padua pardon Pedro Petruchio Pompey pray prithee Proteus Puck Re-enter Rosalind Rousillon SCENE Shylock Signior sing Slen speak Speed swear sweet tell thank thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue Tranio troth true What's wife wilt woman word
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Seite 520 - Therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods ; Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved 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 220 - Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, bring again; Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain.
Seite 519 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Seite 493 - 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. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Seite 581 - When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring. Between the acres of the rye, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, These pretty country folks would lie, In spring time, &c.
Seite 103 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling : She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling : To her let us garlands bring.
Seite 579 - tis true : there was never any thing so sudden but the fight • of two rams and Caesar's thrasonical brag of ' I came, saw, and overcame :' for your brother and my sister no sooner met but they looked, no sooner looked but they loved, no sooner loved but they sighed, no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason, no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy...
Seite 739 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Seite 182 - That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Seite 57 - twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar: graves at my command Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth By my so potent art.