William Shakspeare's Complete Works, Dramatic and Poetic, Volume 1S. Andrus and Son, 1852 |
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... hour's now come : The very minute bids thee ope thine ear ; Obey , and be attentive . Canst thou remember A time before we came unto this cell ? I do not think thou canst ; for then thou wast not Out2 three years old . Mira . Certainly ...
... hour's now come : The very minute bids thee ope thine ear ; Obey , and be attentive . Canst thou remember A time before we came unto this cell ? I do not think thou canst ; for then thou wast not Out2 three years old . Mira . Certainly ...
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... hour destroy us ? Pro . Wherefore did they not Well demanded , wench ; My tale provokes that question . Dear , they ... hours , and tutors not so careful . Mira . Heavens thank you for't ! And now , 1 pray you , sir , ( For still ' tis ...
... hour destroy us ? Pro . Wherefore did they not Well demanded , wench ; My tale provokes that question . Dear , they ... hours , and tutors not so careful . Mira . Heavens thank you for't ! And now , 1 pray you , sir , ( For still ' tis ...
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... hour One thing or other : when thou didst not , savage , Know thine own meaning , but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish , I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known : But thy vile race , Though thou didst learn , had ...
... hour One thing or other : when thou didst not , savage , Know thine own meaning , but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish , I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known : But thy vile race , Though thou didst learn , had ...
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... hour . Seb . Thy case , dear friend , Shall be my precedent ; as thou got'st Milan , I'll come by Naples . Draw thy sword : one stroke Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st ; And I the king shall love thee . Ant . Draw ...
... hour . Seb . Thy case , dear friend , Shall be my precedent ; as thou got'st Milan , I'll come by Naples . Draw thy sword : one stroke Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st ; And I the king shall love thee . Ant . Draw ...
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... hours . Fer . O most dear mistress , The sun will set , before I shall discharge What I must strive to do . Mira . If you ... hour hence . Fer . A thousand ! thousand ! [ Exeunt Fer . and Mir . Pro . So glad of this as they , I cannot be ...
... hours . Fer . O most dear mistress , The sun will set , before I shall discharge What I must strive to do . Mira . If you ... hour hence . Fer . A thousand ! thousand ! [ Exeunt Fer . and Mir . Pro . So glad of this as they , I cannot be ...
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Page 193 - I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Page 155 - These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Page 429 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Page 202 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Page 327 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come. — But in these cases, We still have judgment here ; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor : this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice...
Page 193 - He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million ; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies; and what's his reason? I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? if you prick us,...
Page 105 - In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling ! 'tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Page 23 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth By my so potent art.
Page 23 - Some heavenly music (which even now I do), To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Page 342 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word, — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.