The Works of Shakespear: In Six Volumes, Volume 6J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman, H. Lintot, C. Hitch, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, R. and B. Wellington, E. New, and B. Dod, 1745 |
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... when I say I love her : But saying thus , instead of oil and balm , Thou lay ft in every galh that love hath given me , The knife that made it . Pan . I speak no more than truth . Troi . Thou doft not speak so much . Pan .
... when I say I love her : But saying thus , instead of oil and balm , Thou lay ft in every galh that love hath given me , The knife that made it . Pan . I speak no more than truth . Troi . Thou doft not speak so much . Pan .
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Pan . Here , here , here's an excellent place , here we may see most bravely ; I'll tell you them all by their names , as they pass by ; but mark Troilus above the rest . Æneas passes over the Stage . Cre . Speak not so loud , Pan .
Pan . Here , here , here's an excellent place , here we may see most bravely ; I'll tell you them all by their names , as they pass by ; but mark Troilus above the rest . Æneas passes over the Stage . Cre . Speak not so loud , Pan .
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Sir , my Lord would instantly speak with you . Pan . Where . Boy . At your own house , there he unarms him . Pan . Good boy , tell him I come ; I doubt he be hurt . Fare ye well , good neice . Cre . Adieu , uncle . Pan .
Sir , my Lord would instantly speak with you . Pan . Where . Boy . At your own house , there he unarms him . Pan . Good boy , tell him I come ; I doubt he be hurt . Fare ye well , good neice . Cre . Adieu , uncle . Pan .
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Speak , Prince of Itbaca : we less expect That matter needless , of importless burthen , Divide thy lips ; than we are confident , When rank Therfites opes his mastiff jaws , We shall hear musick , wit , and oracle . Ulys .
Speak , Prince of Itbaca : we less expect That matter needless , of importless burthen , Divide thy lips ; than we are confident , When rank Therfites opes his mastiff jaws , We shall hear musick , wit , and oracle . Ulys .
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Speak frankly as the wind , It is not Agamemnon's Neeping hour ; That thou shalt know , Trojan , he is awake , He tells thee so himself . Æne . Trumpet , blow loud : Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents ; And every Greek of ...
Speak frankly as the wind , It is not Agamemnon's Neeping hour ; That thou shalt know , Trojan , he is awake , He tells thee so himself . Æne . Trumpet , blow loud : Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents ; And every Greek of ...
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Page 518 - But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
Page 375 - That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Page 327 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Page 64 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Page 383 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think, I am easier to be played on than a pipe...
Page 494 - O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites ! I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others
Page 268 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
Page 252 - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night — See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
Page 390 - You cannot call it love; for at your age The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment Would step from this to this?
Page 488 - Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee ! and when I love thee not Chaos is come again.