The Plays of William Shakspeare: Sketch of the life of Shakspeare. Tempest ; Two gentlemen of Verona ; Merry wives of Windsor ; Twelfth-night ; Measure for measureJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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... hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our cable , for our own doth little advantage ! If he be not born to be hanged , our case is miserable . Re - enter Boatswain . [ Exeunt . Boats . Down with the top - mast ... Hang 4 Act I. TEMPEST .
... hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our cable , for our own doth little advantage ! If he be not born to be hanged , our case is miserable . Re - enter Boatswain . [ Exeunt . Boats . Down with the top - mast ... Hang 4 Act I. TEMPEST .
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William Shakespeare. Boats . Work you , then . Ant . Hang , cur , hang ! you whoreson , insolent noise - maker , we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art . Gon . I'll warrant him from drowning ; though the ship were no stronger ...
William Shakespeare. Boats . Work you , then . Ant . Hang , cur , hang ! you whoreson , insolent noise - maker , we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art . Gon . I'll warrant him from drowning ; though the ship were no stronger ...
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... hang not on my garments . Mira . I'll be his surety . Pro . Silence : one word more Shall make me chide thee , if not hate thee . What ! An advocate for au impostor ? hush ! Thou think'st , there are no more such shapes as he , Having ...
... hang not on my garments . Mira . I'll be his surety . Pro . Silence : one word more Shall make me chide thee , if not hate thee . What ! An advocate for au impostor ? hush ! Thou think'st , there are no more such shapes as he , Having ...
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... hang : She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch , Yet a tailor might scratch her where - e'er she did itch : Then to sea , boys , and let her go hang . * The frock of a peasant . This is a scurvy tune too : but here's my Scene II ...
... hang : She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch , Yet a tailor might scratch her where - e'er she did itch : Then to sea , boys , and let her go hang . * The frock of a peasant . This is a scurvy tune too : but here's my Scene II ...
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... hanging at them Wallets of flesh ? or that there were such men , Whose heads stood in their breasts ? which now we ... hang and drown Their proper selves . You fools ! I and my fellows Are ministers of fate ; the elements Of whom your ...
... hanging at them Wallets of flesh ? or that there were such men , Whose heads stood in their breasts ? which now we ... hang and drown Their proper selves . You fools ! I and my fellows Are ministers of fate ; the elements Of whom your ...
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Ariel Bawd brother Caius Caliban Claudio daughter devil dost thou doth Duke Escal Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear fool friar gentle gentleman give grace hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter hither honour Host Hugh Evans husband Illyria Isab Julia knave lady Laun letter look lord Angelo Lucio madam maid Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor Milan Mira mistress Ford never night Olivia pardon peace Pist Pompey pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Prov Provost Quick Re-enter SCENE servant Shal Silvia Sir Andrew Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir Hugh sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby Sir Toby Belch Slen Slender speak Speed sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio Trin Trinculo Valentine What's wife woman word
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الصفحة 28 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
الصفحة 270 - tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure : In delay there lies no plenty, Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure. Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight. Sir To. A contagious breath. Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i
الصفحة 17 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me and mad'st much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
الصفحة 328 - Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas ! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day...
الصفحة 372 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling...
الصفحة 27 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
الصفحة 277 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
الصفحة 18 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.