The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 3G. Bell, 1875 |
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... death , Ere I could make thee open thy white hand , And clap 11 thyself my love ; then didst thou utter , I am yours for ever . Her . It is grace , indeed.- Why , lo you now , I have spoke to the purpose twice : The one for ever earn'd ...
... death , Ere I could make thee open thy white hand , And clap 11 thyself my love ; then didst thou utter , I am yours for ever . Her . It is grace , indeed.- Why , lo you now , I have spoke to the purpose twice : The one for ever earn'd ...
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... death of the deer . The mort was also certain notes played on the horn at the death of the deer . and requiring a deep - drawn breath . 14 Bawcock . A burlesque word of endearment supposed to be derived from beau - coq , or boy - cock ...
... death of the deer . The mort was also certain notes played on the horn at the death of the deer . and requiring a deep - drawn breath . 14 Bawcock . A burlesque word of endearment supposed to be derived from beau - coq , or boy - cock ...
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... Death to thyself , but to thy lewd - tongu'd wife ; Whom , for this time , we pardon . We enjoin thee , As thou art liegeman to us , that thou carry This female bastard hence ; and that thou bear it To some remote and desert place ...
... Death to thyself , but to thy lewd - tongu'd wife ; Whom , for this time , we pardon . We enjoin thee , As thou art liegeman to us , that thou carry This female bastard hence ; and that thou bear it To some remote and desert place ...
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... death Had been more merciful . - Come on , poor babe : Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens , To be thy nurses ! Wolves and bears , they say , Casting their savageness aside , have done Like offices of pity . - Sir , be ...
... death Had been more merciful . - Come on , poor babe : Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens , To be thy nurses ! Wolves and bears , they say , Casting their savageness aside , have done Like offices of pity . - Sir , be ...
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... death . Her . Sir , spare your threats ; The bug 10 , which you would fright me with , I seek . To me can life be no commodity : The crown and comfort of my life , your favour , I do give lost ; for I do feel it gone , But know not how ...
... death . Her . Sir , spare your threats ; The bug 10 , which you would fright me with , I seek . To me can life be no commodity : The crown and comfort of my life , your favour , I do give lost ; for I do feel it gone , But know not how ...
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Page 315 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Page 73 - Say there be ; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean : so, o'er that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art ~\\ hich does mend nature, — change it rather ; but The art itself is nature.
Page 383 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Page 57 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest : for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Page 311 - Have you the heart? When your head did but ache, 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 cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?
Page 423 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?