The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: With Glossarial Notes, a Sketch of His Life, and an Estimate of His WritingsMoon, Boys & Graves, printsellers, 1832 - 908 pages |
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... never fa- Be such a gosling to obey instinct ; but stand As if a man were author of himself , And knew no other kin . Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison , rather Than pity note how much . - Therefore , be gone . Mine ears against your ...
... never fa- Be such a gosling to obey instinct ; but stand As if a man were author of himself , And knew no other kin . Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison , rather Than pity note how much . - Therefore , be gone . Mine ears against your ...
Page 58
... never To this good purpose , that so fairly shows , Dream of impediment ! -Let me have thy hand : Further this act of grace ; and , from this hour , The heart of brothers govern in our loves , And sway our great designs ! Ces . There is ...
... never To this good purpose , that so fairly shows , Dream of impediment ! -Let me have thy hand : Further this act of grace ; and , from this hour , The heart of brothers govern in our loves , And sway our great designs ! Ces . There is ...
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... never hated thee : I have seen thee fight , When I have envied thy behaviour . Eno . Sir , I never lov'd you much : but I have prais'd yon , When you have well deserv'd ten times as much As I have said you did . Pom . Enjoy thy ...
... never hated thee : I have seen thee fight , When I have envied thy behaviour . Eno . Sir , I never lov'd you much : but I have prais'd yon , When you have well deserv'd ten times as much As I have said you did . Pom . Enjoy thy ...
Page 76
... never palates more the dung , The beggar's nurse and Cesar's . Enter , to the Gates of the Monument , PROCU- LEIUS , GALLUS , and Soldiers . Pro . Cesar sends greeting to the queen of Egypt ; And bids thee study on what fair demands ...
... never palates more the dung , The beggar's nurse and Cesar's . Enter , to the Gates of the Monument , PROCU- LEIUS , GALLUS , and Soldiers . Pro . Cesar sends greeting to the queen of Egypt ; And bids thee study on what fair demands ...
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... never for it ; for , I am sure , my Immortal longings in me : Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shail moist this nails Are stronger than mine eyes . Cleo . Why that's the way To fool their preparation , and to conquer Their most ...
... never for it ; for , I am sure , my Immortal longings in me : Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shail moist this nails Are stronger than mine eyes . Cleo . Why that's the way To fool their preparation , and to conquer Their most ...
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Page 210 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse. Which I observing, Took once a pliant hour ; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels...
Page 325 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Page 242 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Page 186 - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Page 44 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts; I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit...
Page 211 - tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners : so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce ; set hyssop, and weed up thyme ; supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many ; either to have it steril with idleness, or manured with industry, — why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
Page 60 - 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 200 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Page 355 - Have you the heart ? When your head did but ake, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had, a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again : And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you?
Page 240 - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice : Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts, and wakes ; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.