The Works of William Shakspeare: The Text Formed from an Intirely New Collation of the Old Editions, with the Various Readings, Notes, a Life of the Poet, and a History of the Early English Stage, Volume 8 |
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... Hast thou affections ? Mar. Yes , gracious madam . Cleo . Indeed ? Mar. Not in deed , madam ; for I can do nothing , But what in deed is honest to be done ; Yet have I fierce affections , and think What Venus did with Mars . Cleo . O ...
... Hast thou affections ? Mar. Yes , gracious madam . Cleo . Indeed ? Mar. Not in deed , madam ; for I can do nothing , But what in deed is honest to be done ; Yet have I fierce affections , and think What Venus did with Mars . Cleo . O ...
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... hast a sister by the mother's side , 7 to ATONE you . ] i . e . reconcile you . See Vol . vi . p . 240. 589 , & c . your considerate stone . ] It may be a question , whether Enobarbus means to call Antony " a considerate stone , " or to ...
... hast a sister by the mother's side , 7 to ATONE you . ] i . e . reconcile you . See Vol . vi . p . 240. 589 , & c . your considerate stone . ] It may be a question , whether Enobarbus means to call Antony " a considerate stone , " or to ...
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... hast liv'd too long . Mess . He's married , madam . [ Draws a Dagger . Nay , then I'll run.— [ Exit . What mean you , madam ? I have made no fault . Char . Good madam , keep yourself within yourself : The man is innocent . Cleo . Some ...
... hast liv'd too long . Mess . He's married , madam . [ Draws a Dagger . Nay , then I'll run.— [ Exit . What mean you , madam ? I have made no fault . Char . Good madam , keep yourself within yourself : The man is innocent . Cleo . Some ...
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... hast brought from Rome , Are all too dear for me : lie they upon thy hand , And be undone by ' em ! [ Exit Messenger . Char . Good your highness , patience . Cleo . In praising Antony , I have disprais'd Cæsar . Char . Many times ...
... hast brought from Rome , Are all too dear for me : lie they upon thy hand , And be undone by ' em ! [ Exit Messenger . Char . Good your highness , patience . Cleo . In praising Antony , I have disprais'd Cæsar . Char . Many times ...
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... hast consider'd , let us know If ' twill tie up thy discontented sword , And carry back to Sicily much tall youth , That else must perish here . Pom . To you all three , The senators alone of this great world , Chief factors for the ...
... hast consider'd , let us know If ' twill tie up thy discontented sword , And carry back to Sicily much tall youth , That else must perish here . Pom . To you all three , The senators alone of this great world , Chief factors for the ...
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Page 537 - 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...
Page 494 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Page 508 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end, Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Page 512 - Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell. Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I...
Page 495 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Page 40 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 489 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd ; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal...
Page 527 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now. So all their praises are but prophecies Of this our time, all you prefiguring ; And, for they look'd but with divining eyes, They had not skill enough your worth to sing...
Page 524 - The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
Page 522 - 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...