The plays of William Shakespeare, ed. by T. Keightley, Part 37, Volume 2 |
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... Sweet masters , be patient ; for your father's remembrance , be at accord . Oli . Let me go , I say . Orl . I will not , till I please ; you shall hear me . My father charged you in his will to give me good education ; you have trained ...
... Sweet masters , be patient ; for your father's remembrance , be at accord . Oli . Let me go , I say . Orl . I will not , till I please ; you shall hear me . My father charged you in his will to give me good education ; you have trained ...
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... sweet my coz , be merry . Ros . Dear Celia , I show more mirth than I am mistress of ; and would you yet I were merrier ? Unless you could teach me to forget a banished fa- ther , you must not learn me how to remember any extraordinary ...
... sweet my coz , be merry . Ros . Dear Celia , I show more mirth than I am mistress of ; and would you yet I were merrier ? Unless you could teach me to forget a banished fa- ther , you must not learn me how to remember any extraordinary ...
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... not . Cel . No , hath not ! Rosalind lacks then the love Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one . Shall we be sunder'd ? shall we part , sweet girl ? No ; let my father seek another heir . Therefore 18 ACT I. AS YOU LIKE IT .
... not . Cel . No , hath not ! Rosalind lacks then the love Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one . Shall we be sunder'd ? shall we part , sweet girl ? No ; let my father seek another heir . Therefore 18 ACT I. AS YOU LIKE IT .
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... sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we not the penalty of Adam , * * * * The seasons ' difference , as the icy fang , And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ...
... sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we not the penalty of Adam , * * * * The seasons ' difference , as the icy fang , And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ...
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... sweet master , Oh , you memory Of old Sir Rowland ! why , what make you here ? Why are you virtuous ? why do people love you ? And wherefore are you gentle , strong , and valiant ? Why would you be so fond to overcome The bony priser of ...
... sweet master , Oh , you memory Of old Sir Rowland ! why , what make you here ? Why are you virtuous ? why do people love you ? And wherefore are you gentle , strong , and valiant ? Why would you be so fond to overcome The bony priser of ...
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Angelo Anne bawd Beat Beatrice Benedick better Bohemia brother Caius Caliban Camillo Claud Claudio cousin daughter death Dogb dost doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fellow fool Friar gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart Heaven Herne the Hunter Hero hither honour Host husband Illyria Isab John King lady Leon Leonato look lord Lucio maid Malvolio marry Master Brook Master Constable Master Doctor Mira never night Orlando Pedro Pompey pr'ythee pray Prince Prov Provost Quick Re-enter Rosalind SCENE Shal shalt Shep shew Sicilia Signior sing Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH Slen speak swear sweet tell thank thee there's thing thou art thou hast to-morrow Trin troth true villain What's wife woman word
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Page 473 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Page 559 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had...
Page 574 - twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt, the...
Page 573 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art ? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury Do I take part. The rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance ; they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
Page 531 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ! Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Page 530 - Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me ; would'st give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...
Page 547 - A strange fish ! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man : any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a man ! and his fins like arms ! Warm o...