The Plays of William Shakspeare: Much ado about nothing ; Midsummer-night's dream ; Love's labour's lost ; Merchant of Venice ; As you like it |
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I would ' , your grace would constrain tell . MUCH ADO Act I . you have me speak
after my custom , as being a professed tyrant to their sex ? Claud . No , I pray thee
, speak in sober judgement . Bene . Why , i ' faith , methinks she is too low for a ...
I would ' , your grace would constrain tell . MUCH ADO Act I . you have me speak
after my custom , as being a professed tyrant to their sex ? Claud . No , I pray thee
, speak in sober judgement . Bene . Why , i ' faith , methinks she is too low for a ...
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Urs . Come , come ; do you think I do not know you by your excellent wit ? Can
virtue hide itself ? Go to , mum , you are he : graces will appear , and there ' s an
ead . Beat . Will you not tell me who told you so . Bene . No , you shall pardon me
.
Urs . Come , come ; do you think I do not know you by your excellent wit ? Can
virtue hide itself ? Go to , mum , you are he : graces will appear , and there ' s an
ead . Beat . Will you not tell me who told you so . Bene . No , you shall pardon me
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Henceforth be never number ' d among men ! O ! once tell true , tell true , even for
my sake ; Durst thou have look ' d upon him , being awake , And hast thou kill ' d
him sleeping ? o brave touch ' ; Could not a worm , an adder , do so much ?
Henceforth be never number ' d among men ! O ! once tell true , tell true , even for
my sake ; Durst thou have look ' d upon him , being awake , And hast thou kill ' d
him sleeping ? o brave touch ' ; Could not a worm , an adder , do so much ?
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... Tell me once more what title thou dost bear : Ivho chooseth me , shall get as
much as he deserves ; And well said too : For who shall go about To cozen
fortune , and be honourable Without the stamp of merit ! Let none presun To wear
an ...
... Tell me once more what title thou dost bear : Ivho chooseth me , shall get as
much as he deserves ; And well said too : For who shall go about To cozen
fortune , and be honourable Without the stamp of merit ! Let none presun To wear
an ...
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Fy ! what a question ' s that , If thou wert near a lewd interpreter ? But come , I ' ll
tell thee all my whole device When I am in my coach , which stays for us At the
park gate ; and therefore haste away , For we must measure twenty miles to - day
.
Fy ! what a question ' s that , If thou wert near a lewd interpreter ? But come , I ' ll
tell thee all my whole device When I am in my coach , which stays for us At the
park gate ; and therefore haste away , For we must measure twenty miles to - day
.
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Page 317 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Page 105 - And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon, And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound ; And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Page 104 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 292 - 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.
Page 357 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 373 - 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.
Page 357 - That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.
Page 328 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd 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.
Page 248 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Page 292 - Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is? 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?
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| Title | The Plays of William Shakspeare: Much ado about nothing ; Midsummer-night's dream ; Love's labour's lost ; Merchant of Venice ; As you like it Volume 2 of The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, with Glossarial Notes, and a Sketch of the Life of Shakspeare, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | J. Nichols, 1811 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 26 Feb 2008 |
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