The works of William Shakspere; from the text of the editions by C. Knight. With glossarial notes and facts connected with his life, illustr. by W. Harvey |
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... stays my coming ; answer not ; The tide is now : nay , not thy tide of tears ; That tide will stay me longer than I should : [ Exit JULIA . Julia , farewell . - What ! gone without a word ? Ay , so true love should do : it cannot speak ...
... stays my coming ; answer not ; The tide is now : nay , not thy tide of tears ; That tide will stay me longer than I should : [ Exit JULIA . Julia , farewell . - What ! gone without a word ? Ay , so true love should do : it cannot speak ...
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... stay , thou canst not see thy love ; Besides , thy staying will abridge thy life . Hope is a lover's staff ; walk hence with that , And manage it against despairing thoughts . Thy letters may be here , though thou art hence : Which ...
... stay , thou canst not see thy love ; Besides , thy staying will abridge thy life . Hope is a lover's staff ; walk hence with that , And manage it against despairing thoughts . Thy letters may be here , though thou art hence : Which ...
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... stay for nought at all , But for their owner , master , and yourself . Ant . E. How now ! a madman ? Why , thou peevish sheep , What ship of Epidamnum stays for me ? Dro . S. A ship you sent me to , to hire waftage . Ant . E. Thou ...
... stay for nought at all , But for their owner , master , and yourself . Ant . E. How now ! a madman ? Why , thou peevish sheep , What ship of Epidamnum stays for me ? Dro . S. A ship you sent me to , to hire waftage . Ant . E. Thou ...
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... stay here this night , they will surely do us no harm ; you saw they speak us fair , give us gold methinks they are such a gentle nation , that , but for the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of me , I could find in my heart to ...
... stay here this night , they will surely do us no harm ; you saw they speak us fair , give us gold methinks they are such a gentle nation , that , but for the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of me , I could find in my heart to ...
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... stay . Ant . S. Ægeon , art thou not ? or else his ghost ? Dro . S. O , my old master , who hath bound him here ? Abb . Whoever bound him , I will loose his bonds , And gain a husband by his liberty : Speak , old Egeon , if thou be'st ...
... stay . Ant . S. Ægeon , art thou not ? or else his ghost ? Dro . S. O , my old master , who hath bound him here ? Abb . Whoever bound him , I will loose his bonds , And gain a husband by his liberty : Speak , old Egeon , if thou be'st ...
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Page 99 - 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 436 - Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts ; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds...
Page 144 - Yes, to smell pork ; to eat of the habitation which your prophet, the Nazarite, conjured the devil into. I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following ; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you.
Page 296 - Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Page 242 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Page 44 - Save base authority from others' books. • These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
Page 136 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Page 136 - And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well, then, it now appears you need my help: Go to, then; you come to me, and you say, Shylock, we would have moneys...
Page 296 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one!
Page 259 - Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike As if we had them not.