The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by Henry Glassford Bell...Porteous, 1865 |
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... mistress showed me thee , and thy dog and bush . Ste . Come , swear to that ; kiss the book : I will furnish it anon with new contents : swear . Trin . By this good light , this is a very shallow monster : -I afeard of him ? a very weak ...
... mistress showed me thee , and thy dog and bush . Ste . Come , swear to that ; kiss the book : I will furnish it anon with new contents : swear . Trin . By this good light , this is a very shallow monster : -I afeard of him ? a very weak ...
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... mistress which I serve quickens what's dead , And makes my labours pleasures : Oh , she is Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed ; And he's composed of harshness . I must remove Some thousands of these logs , and pile them up ...
... mistress which I serve quickens what's dead , And makes my labours pleasures : Oh , she is Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed ; And he's composed of harshness . I must remove Some thousands of these logs , and pile them up ...
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William Shakespeare. Mira . You look wearily . Fer . No , noble mistress ; ' tis fresh morning with me When you are by at night . I do beseech you , Chiefly , that I might set it in my prayers , What is your name ? Mira . Miranda : -O my ...
William Shakespeare. Mira . You look wearily . Fer . No , noble mistress ; ' tis fresh morning with me When you are by at night . I do beseech you , Chiefly , that I might set it in my prayers , What is your name ? Mira . Miranda : -O my ...
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... mistress , dearest , My husband , then ? Fer . Ay , with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom : here's my hand . Mira . And mine , with my heart in't : and now farewell Till half an hour hence . Fer . A thousand ! thousand ...
... mistress , dearest , My husband , then ? Fer . Ay , with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom : here's my hand . Mira . And mine , with my heart in't : and now farewell Till half an hour hence . Fer . A thousand ! thousand ...
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... Mistress line , is not this my jerkin ? Now is the jerkin under the line : now , jerkin , you are like to lose your hair , and prove a bald jerkin . Trin . Do , do we steal by line and level , an't like your grace . Ste . I thank thee ...
... Mistress line , is not this my jerkin ? Now is the jerkin under the line : now , jerkin , you are like to lose your hair , and prove a bald jerkin . Trin . Do , do we steal by line and level , an't like your grace . Ste . I thank thee ...
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الصفحة 204 - 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 285 - Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, bring again ; Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, seal'd in vain.
الصفحة 183 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
الصفحة 275 - In thrilling region 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.
الصفحة 275 - 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 regions of thick-ribbed ice...
الصفحة 50 - Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure, and, when I have required 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.
الصفحة xxxviii - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
الصفحة xc - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
الصفحة 50 - By moonshine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, — Weak masters though ye be...
الصفحة 24 - 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.