Merry wives of Windsor ; Measure for measure ; Midsummer night's dreamBradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1866 - Drama |
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Page 113
... Isab . Yes , truly : I speak not as desiring more ; But rather wishing a more strict restraint Upon the sisterhood , the votarists of saint Clare . Lucio . [ within . ] Ho ! Peace be in this place ! Who's that which calls ? Isab . Fran ...
... Isab . Yes , truly : I speak not as desiring more ; But rather wishing a more strict restraint Upon the sisterhood , the votarists of saint Clare . Lucio . [ within . ] Ho ! Peace be in this place ! Who's that which calls ? Isab . Fran ...
Page 114
William Shakespeare. Isab . Woe me ! For what ? Lucio . For that , which if myself might be his judge , He should receive his punishment in thanks : He hath got his friend with child . Isab . Sir , make me not your story . Lucio . ' Tis ...
William Shakespeare. Isab . Woe me ! For what ? Lucio . For that , which if myself might be his judge , He should receive his punishment in thanks : He hath got his friend with child . Isab . Sir , make me not your story . Lucio . ' Tis ...
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... Isab . Alas ! what poor Ability's in me to do him good ? Lucio . Assay the power you have . Isab . My power ! Alas ! I doubt-- Lucio . Our doubts are traitors , And make us lose the good we oft might win , By fearing to attempt . Go to ...
... Isab . Alas ! what poor Ability's in me to do him good ? Lucio . Assay the power you have . Isab . My power ! Alas ! I doubt-- Lucio . Our doubts are traitors , And make us lose the good we oft might win , By fearing to attempt . Go to ...
Page 116
... Isab . I will about it straight ; No longer staying but to give the mother Notice of my affair . I humbly thank you : Commend me to my brother : soon at night I'll send him certain word of my success . Lucio , I take my leave of you . Isab ...
... Isab . I will about it straight ; No longer staying but to give the mother Notice of my affair . I humbly thank you : Commend me to my brother : soon at night I'll send him certain word of my success . Lucio , I take my leave of you . Isab ...
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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 your suit ? Isab . There is a vice that most I do abhor , 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 your suit ? Isab . There is a vice that most I do abhor , And most desire should meet the ...
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Page 128 - 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 4.
Page 220 - 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 146 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprisoned in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Page 220 - That very time I saw, but thou couldst not, Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And...
Page 219 - 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 262 - That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation, and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or, in the night, imagining some fear,...
Page 223 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Page 262 - More strange than true. I never may believe These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact...
Page 146 - tis too horrible. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Page 215 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.