The dramatic works of Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson and Stevens [sic. Wanting pp |
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... hour , if it so hap . - Cheerly , good hearts . - Out of our way , I say . fast , good fate , to his 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 ...
... hour , if it so hap . - Cheerly , good hearts . - Out of our way , I say . fast , good fate , to his 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 ...
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... hour's now come ; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear ; Obey , and be attentive . Can'st thou remember A time before we came unto this cell ? I do not think thou can'st ; for then thou wast not Out three years old . • Before ...
... hour's now come ; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear ; Obey , and be attentive . Can'st thou remember A time before we came unto this cell ? I do not think thou can'st ; for then thou wast not Out three years old . • Before ...
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... hour destroy us ? Pro . Well demanded , wench ; My tale provokes that question . Dear , they durst not ; So dear the ... hours , and tutors not so careful . Mira . Heavens thank you for't ! And now , I pray you , sir , ( For still ' tis ...
... hour destroy us ? Pro . Well demanded , wench ; My tale provokes that question . Dear , they durst not ; So dear the ... hours , and tutors not so careful . Mira . Heavens thank you for't ! And now , I pray you , sir , ( For still ' tis ...
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... hour . Seb . stroke Thy case , dear friend , Shall be my precedent ; as thou got'st Milan , I'll come by Naples . Draw thy sword : one [ pay'st ; Shall free thee from the tribute which thou And I the king shall love thee . Ant . Draw ...
... hour . Seb . stroke Thy case , dear friend , Shall be my precedent ; as thou got'st Milan , I'll come by Naples . Draw thy sword : one [ pay'st ; Shall free thee from the tribute which thou And I the king shall love thee . Ant . Draw ...
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... hour will he be asleep ; Wilt thou destroy him then ? Ste . Ay , on mine honour . Ari . This will I tell my master . [ pleasure ; Cal . Thon mak'st me merry : I am full of Let us be jocund : Will you troll the catch You taught me but ...
... hour will he be asleep ; Wilt thou destroy him then ? Ste . Ay , on mine honour . Ari . This will I tell my master . [ pleasure ; Cal . Thon mak'st me merry : I am full of Let us be jocund : Will you troll the catch You taught me but ...
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الصفحة 230 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
الصفحة vi - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
الصفحة 217 - 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.
الصفحة 207 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me, I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
الصفحة 6 - 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 ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
الصفحة 207 - 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?
الصفحة 1 - No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
الصفحة 8 - The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
الصفحة 226 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.