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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... There's no harm done . Mira . Pro . O , woe the day ! No harm . I have done nothing but in care of thee , ( Of thee ... there my art . - Wipe thou thine eyes ; have comfort . The direful spectacle of the wrack , which touch'd The very ...
... There's no harm done . Mira . Pro . O , woe the day ! No harm . I have done nothing but in care of thee , ( Of thee ... there my art . - Wipe thou thine eyes ; have comfort . The direful spectacle of the wrack , which touch'd The very ...
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... there's more work : What is the time o ' the day ? Ari . Pro . At least two glasses . Past the mid season . The time ' twixt six and now Must by us both be spent most preciously . Ari . Is there more toil ? Since thou dost give me pains ...
... there's more work : What is the time o ' the day ? Ari . Pro . At least two glasses . Past the mid season . The time ' twixt six and now Must by us both be spent most preciously . Ari . Is there more toil ? Since thou dost give me pains ...
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... There's wood enough within . Pro . Come forth , I say ; there's other business for thee : Come , thou tortoise ! when ! Fine apparition ! My quaint Ariel , Re - enter ARIEL , like a water - nymph . My lord , it shall be done . Hark in ...
... There's wood enough within . Pro . Come forth , I say ; there's other business for thee : Come , thou tortoise ! when ! Fine apparition ! My quaint Ariel , Re - enter ARIEL , like a water - nymph . My lord , it shall be done . Hark in ...
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... There's meaning in thy snores . Ant . I am more serious than my custom : you Must be so too , if heed me ; which to ... there . Will you grant with me , That Ferdinand is drown'd ? Seb . Ant . He's SCENE 1. ] 19 TEMPEST .
... There's meaning in thy snores . Ant . I am more serious than my custom : you Must be so too , if heed me ; which to ... there . Will you grant with me , That Ferdinand is drown'd ? Seb . Ant . He's SCENE 1. ] 19 TEMPEST .
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... there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man ; any strange beast there makes a man : when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar , they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian . Legged like a ...
... there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man ; any strange beast there makes a man : when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar , they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian . Legged like a ...
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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.