The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, Volume 2Charles Knight, 1851 |
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... ISAB . And have you nuns no further privileges ? FRAN . Are not these large enough ? ISAB . Yes , truly : I speak not as desiring more ; But rather wishing a more strict restraint Upon the sisterhood , the votarists of saint Clare ...
... ISAB . And have you nuns no further privileges ? FRAN . Are not these large enough ? ISAB . Yes , truly : I speak not as desiring more ; But rather wishing a more strict restraint Upon the sisterhood , the votarists of saint Clare ...
Page 355
... ISAB . Why her unhappy brother ? let me ask ; The rather , for I now must make you know I am that Isabella , and his sister .. LUCIO . Gentle and fair , your brother kindly greets you : Not to be weary with you , he's in prison . ISAB ...
... ISAB . Why her unhappy brother ? let me ask ; The rather , for I now must make you know I am that Isabella , and his sister .. LUCIO . Gentle and fair , your brother kindly greets you : Not to be weary with you , he's in prison . ISAB ...
Page 356
... ISAB . Alas ! what poor Ability's in me to do him good ? LUCIO . Assay the power you have . ISAB . LUCIO . Our doubts are traitors , My power ! Alas ! I doubt — b And make us lose the good we oft might win , By fearing to attempt : Go ...
... ISAB . Alas ! what poor Ability's in me to do him good ? LUCIO . Assay the power you have . ISAB . LUCIO . Our doubts are traitors , My power ! Alas ! I doubt — b And make us lose the good we oft might win , By fearing to attempt : Go ...
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... certain word of my success . LUCIO . I take my leave of you . ISAB . Good sir , adieu . [ Exeunt . [ Scene V. ] VVIKUSA COMEDIES . - VOL . II . BB ~ 17 ) JACKSJ ACT II . SCENE I. - A Hall in. SCENE V. ] 357 MEASURE FOR MEASURE .
... certain word of my success . LUCIO . I take my leave of you . ISAB . Good sir , adieu . [ Exeunt . [ Scene V. ] VVIKUSA COMEDIES . - VOL . II . BB ~ 17 ) JACKSJ ACT II . SCENE I. - A Hall in. SCENE V. ] 357 MEASURE FOR MEASURE .
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... ISAB . ] You are welcome : What's your will ? ISAB . I am a woeful suitor to your honour , Please but your honour hear me . ANG . Well what ' s ISAB . There is a vice that most I do abhor , your suit ? . And most desire should meet the ...
... ISAB . ] You are welcome : What's your will ? ISAB . I am a woeful suitor to your honour , Please but your honour hear me . ANG . Well what ' s ISAB . There is a vice that most I do abhor , your suit ? . And most desire should meet the ...
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Page 580 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Page 284 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Page 554 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Page 424 - Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears.
Page 285 - My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0 prepare it ; My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover never flnd my grave, To weep there.