The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 2Chapman and Hall, 1866 |
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... blood is mingled with the grime of lust : ( 36 ) For if we two be one , and thou play false , I do digest the poison of thy flesh , Being strumpeted by thy contagion . Keep , then , fair league and truce with thy true bed ; I live ...
... blood is mingled with the grime of lust : ( 36 ) For if we two be one , and thou play false , I do digest the poison of thy flesh , Being strumpeted by thy contagion . Keep , then , fair league and truce with thy true bed ; I live ...
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... blood , a pin , A nut , a cherry - stone ; But she , more covetous , would have a chain . Master , be wise : an if you give it her , The devil will shake her chain , and fright us with it . Cour . I pray you , sir , my ring SCENE III ...
... blood , a pin , A nut , a cherry - stone ; But she , more covetous , would have a chain . Master , be wise : an if you give it her , The devil will shake her chain , and fright us with it . Cour . I pray you , sir , my ring SCENE III ...
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... blood That then I lost for thee , now grant me justice . Ege . Unless the fear of death doth make me dote , I see my son Antipholus , and Dromio . Ant . E. Justice , sweet prince , against that woman there ! She whom thou gav'st to me ...
... blood That then I lost for thee , now grant me justice . Ege . Unless the fear of death doth make me dote , I see my son Antipholus , and Dromio . Ant . E. Justice , sweet prince , against that woman there ! She whom thou gav'st to me ...
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... blood froze up , Yet hath my night of life some memory , My wasting lamp ( 101 ) some fading glimmer left , My dull deaf ears a little use to hear : All these old witnesses - I cannot err- Tell me thou art my son Antipholus . Ant . E. I ...
... blood froze up , Yet hath my night of life some memory , My wasting lamp ( 101 ) some fading glimmer left , My dull deaf ears a little use to hear : All these old witnesses - I cannot err- Tell me thou art my son Antipholus . Ant . E. I ...
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... blood is mingled with the grime of lust : " with the crime of lust . " - " Both the integrity of the metaphor , and the word blot in the preceding line , show that we should read with the grime of lust , ' i . e . the stain , smut . So ...
... blood is mingled with the grime of lust : " with the crime of lust . " - " Both the integrity of the metaphor , and the word blot in the preceding line , show that we should read with the grime of lust , ' i . e . the stain , smut . So ...
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Page 410 - 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 236 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit ; Tu-who...
Page 278 - 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 236 - A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl: Tu-who; Tu-whit, To-who'- A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 399 - Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway ; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Page 354 - 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.
Page 312 - 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 378 - 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 278 - That very time I saw, (but thou couldst not,) Flying between the cold -moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon ; And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Page 282 - CHORUS. Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.