The dramatic works of William Shakspere, from the text of Johnson, Stevens [sic] & Reed, with glossarial notes, his life, etc. by N. Rowe |
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... Art any more than a steward ? Dost thou think , be- cause thou art virtuous , there shall be no more cakes and ale ? Clo . Yes , by Saint Anne ; and ginger shall be hot i'the mouth too . Sir To . Thou'rt i'the right . - Go , Sir , rub ...
... Art any more than a steward ? Dost thou think , be- cause thou art virtuous , there shall be no more cakes and ale ? Clo . Yes , by Saint Anne ; and ginger shall be hot i'the mouth too . Sir To . Thou'rt i'the right . - Go , Sir , rub ...
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... Thou canst not choose but know who I am . If thou entertainest my love , let it appear in thy smiling ; thy smiles ... art a merry fellow , and carest for nothing . Clo . Not so , Sir , I do care for something : but in my conscience , Sir , I ...
... Thou canst not choose but know who I am . If thou entertainest my love , let it appear in thy smiling ; thy smiles ... art a merry fellow , and carest for nothing . Clo . Not so , Sir , I do care for something : but in my conscience , Sir , I ...
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... thou hast , betake thee to't : of what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him , I know not ; but thy intercepter ... art , thou art but a scurvy fellow . Fab . Good , and valiant . Sir To . Wonder not , nor admire not in thy mind , why ...
... thou hast , betake thee to't : of what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him , I know not ; but thy intercepter ... art , thou art but a scurvy fellow . Fab . Good , and valiant . Sir To . Wonder not , nor admire not in thy mind , why ...
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... thou art a foolish fellow ; Let me be clear of thee . Clo . Well held out , i'faith ! No , I do not know you ; nor I am not sent to you by my lady , to bid you come speak with her ; nor your name is not master Cesario ; nor this is not ...
... thou art a foolish fellow ; Let me be clear of thee . Clo . Well held out , i'faith ! No , I do not know you ; nor I am not sent to you by my lady , to bid you come speak with her ; nor your name is not master Cesario ; nor this is not ...
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... thy fear , That makes thee strangle thy propriety : + Fear not , Cesario , take thy fortunes up ; Be that thou know'st thou art , and then thou art [ father ! As great as that thou fear'st . - O , welcome , Re - enter Attendant and ...
... thy fear , That makes thee strangle thy propriety : + Fear not , Cesario , take thy fortunes up ; Be that thou know'st thou art , and then thou art [ father ! As great as that thou fear'st . - O , welcome , Re - enter Attendant and ...
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Page 449 - On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object: can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt? O pardon! since a crooked figure may Attest in little place a million; And let us, ciphers to this great accompt, On your imaginary forces work.
Page 214 - Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice, In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd, With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances * ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward...
Page 452 - Creatures that, by a rule in nature, teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts : Where some, like magistrates, correct at home ; Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad ; Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds ; Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor : Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold ; The civil citizens kneading up...
Page 199 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Page 63 - 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. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Page 214 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Page 356 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Page 186 - For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat, dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say Shylock, we would have moneys...