Works: Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure. Comedy of errors. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lost. A midsummer-night's dream. The merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night, or What you will. Winter's tale. King JohnG. Routledge, 1889 |
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... Fortune , Now my dear lady , hath mine enemies Brought to this shore : and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star ; whose influence If now I court not , but omit , my fortunes Will ever after droop ...
... Fortune , Now my dear lady , hath mine enemies Brought to this shore : and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star ; whose influence If now I court not , but omit , my fortunes Will ever after droop ...
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... fortune sleep , die rather ; wink'st Whiles thou art waking . Seb . Thou dost snore distinctly ; There's meaning in thy snores . Ant . I am more serious than my custom : you Must be so too , if heed me ; which to do Trebles thee o'er ...
... fortune sleep , die rather ; wink'st Whiles thou art waking . Seb . Thou dost snore distinctly ; There's meaning in thy snores . Ant . I am more serious than my custom : you Must be so too , if heed me ; which to do Trebles thee o'er ...
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... fortune ? Seb . I remember , True : You did supplant your brother Prospero . Ant . And look how well my garments sit upon me ; Much feater than before : My brother's servants Were then my fellows , now they are my men . Seb . But , for ...
... fortune ? Seb . I remember , True : You did supplant your brother Prospero . Ant . And look how well my garments sit upon me ; Much feater than before : My brother's servants Were then my fellows , now they are my men . Seb . But , for ...
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... fortune : -Coragio , bully - monster , Coragio ! Trin . If these be true spies which I wear in my head , here's a goodly sight . Cal . Ŏ Setebos , these be grave spirits , indeed ! How fine my master is ! I am afraid He will chastise me ...
... fortune : -Coragio , bully - monster , Coragio ! Trin . If these be true spies which I wear in my head , here's a goodly sight . Cal . Ŏ Setebos , these be grave spirits , indeed ! How fine my master is ! I am afraid He will chastise me ...
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... fortune there ; Some , to discover islands far away ; Some , to the studious universities . For any , or for all these exercises , He said , that Proteus , your son , was meet . And did request me , to importune you , To let him spend ...
... fortune there ; Some , to discover islands far away ; Some , to the studious universities . For any , or for all these exercises , He said , that Proteus , your son , was meet . And did request me , to importune you , To let him spend ...
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Page 793 - O, let us pay the time but needful woe, Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. — This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 464 - 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 not 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.