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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... prince at prayers ! let us assist them , For our case is as theirs . Seb . I am out of patience . Ant . We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.- This wide - chopp'd rascal ; - ' Would , thou mightst lie drowning , The washing ...
... prince at prayers ! let us assist them , For our case is as theirs . Seb . I am out of patience . Ant . We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.- This wide - chopp'd rascal ; - ' Would , thou mightst lie drowning , The washing ...
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... prince of power . Sir , are not you my father ? Mira . Pro . Thy mother was a piece of virtue , and She said thou wast my daughter ; and thy father Was Duke of Milan ; and his only heir And princess no worse issued . Mira . O , the ...
... prince of power . Sir , are not you my father ? Mira . Pro . Thy mother was a piece of virtue , and She said thou wast my daughter ; and thy father Was Duke of Milan ; and his only heir And princess no worse issued . Mira . O , the ...
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... prince , Miranda ; I do think , a king ; ( I would not so ! ) and would no more endure This wooden slavery , than to suffer The flesh - fly blow my mouth . - Hear my soul speak : - The very instant that I saw you , did My 26 [ ACT HI ...
... prince , Miranda ; I do think , a king ; ( I would not so ! ) and would no more endure This wooden slavery , than to suffer The flesh - fly blow my mouth . - Hear my soul speak : - The very instant that I saw you , did My 26 [ ACT HI ...
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... power guide us Out of this fearful country ! Pro . Behold , sir king , The wronged duke of Milan , Prospero : For more assurance than a living prince [ Exit ARIEL . Does now speak to thee , I embrace thy body SCENE 1. ] 41 TEMPEST .
... power guide us Out of this fearful country ! Pro . Behold , sir king , The wronged duke of Milan , Prospero : For more assurance than a living prince [ Exit ARIEL . Does now speak to thee , I embrace thy body SCENE 1. ] 41 TEMPEST .
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... prince , sir Valentine , my friend , This night intends to steal away your daughter ; Myself am one made privy to the plot . I know you have determin'd to bestow her On Thurio , whom your gentle daughter hates ; And should she thus be ...
... prince , sir Valentine , my friend , This night intends to steal away your daughter ; Myself am one made privy to the plot . I know you have determin'd to bestow her On Thurio , whom your gentle daughter hates ; And should she thus be ...
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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.