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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... present , we will not hand a rope more ; use your authority . If you cannot , give thanks you have lived so long , and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour , if it so hap . Cheerly , good hearts . - Out of our ...
... present , we will not hand a rope more ; use your authority . If you cannot , give thanks you have lived so long , and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour , if it so hap . Cheerly , good hearts . - Out of our ...
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... present business Which now's upon us ; without the which , this story Were most impertinent . Mira . That hour destroy us ? Pro . Wherefore did they not Well demanded , wench ; My tale provokes that question . Dear , they durst not ...
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... present , Are worse than devils . [ Aside . Alon . I cannot too much muse Of excellent dumb discourse . Such shapes , such gesture , and such sound , expressing ( Although they want the use of tongue ) a kind Pro . Praise in departing ...
... present , Are worse than devils . [ Aside . Alon . I cannot too much muse Of excellent dumb discourse . Such shapes , such gesture , and such sound , expressing ( Although they want the use of tongue ) a kind Pro . Praise in departing ...
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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.