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Page 71
I have been in such a pickle , since I saw you last , that , I fear me , will never out
of my bones : I shall not fear fly - blowing . Seb . Why , how now , Stephano ? Ste .
O , touch me not ; I am not Stephano , but a cramp . Pro . You ' d be king of the ...
I have been in such a pickle , since I saw you last , that , I fear me , will never out
of my bones : I shall not fear fly - blowing . Seb . Why , how now , Stephano ? Ste .
O , touch me not ; I am not Stephano , but a cramp . Pro . You ' d be king of the ...
Page 109
If Proteus like your jouruey , when you come , No matter who ' s displeas ' d ,
when you are gone : I fear me , he will scarce be pleas ' d withal . Jul . That is the
least , Lucetta , of my fear : A thousand oaths , an ocean of his tears , And
instances ...
If Proteus like your jouruey , when you come , No matter who ' s displeas ' d ,
when you are gone : I fear me , he will scarce be pleas ' d withal . Jul . That is the
least , Lucetta , of my fear : A thousand oaths , an ocean of his tears , And
instances ...
Page 257
Let her hang me : he , that is well hanged in this world , needs to fear no colours .
Mar . Make that good . Clo . He shall see none to fear . Mar . A good lenten *
answer : I can tell thee where that saying was born , of , I fear no colours . Clo .
Let her hang me : he , that is well hanged in this world , needs to fear no colours .
Mar . Make that good . Clo . He shall see none to fear . Mar . A good lenten *
answer : I can tell thee where that saying was born , of , I fear no colours . Clo .
Page 320
Her husband , sirrah ? No , my lord , not I . Oli . Alas , it is the baseness of 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 As great as that thou fear ' st .
Her husband , sirrah ? No , my lord , not I . Oli . Alas , it is the baseness of 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 As great as that thou fear ' st .
Page 368
... toward him still : Thou art not noble ; For all the accommodations that thou bear
' st , Are purs ' d by baseness : Thou art by no means va . liant : For thou dost fear
the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm : Thy best of rest is sleep , And that thou ...
... toward him still : Thou art not noble ; For all the accommodations that thou bear
' st , Are purs ' d by baseness : Thou art by no means va . liant : For thou dost fear
the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm : Thy best of rest is sleep , And that thou ...
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Page 25 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
Page 353 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, petty officer Would use his heaven for thunder ; Nothing but thunder...
Page 71 - Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; And my ending is despair Unless I be reliev'd by prayer, Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
Page 352 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Page 61 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune...
Page 364 - Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with Life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep...
Page 16 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ! Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Page 323 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
Page 366 - And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Page 61 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
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| Title | The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, Volume 1 The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | George Steevens |
| Published | 1811 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 3 Jul 2007 |
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