The Works of William Shakespeare, Volumen1Bickers and Son, 1864 |
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... and work the peace of the present , we will not hand a rope more ; use your authority : if you cannot , give thanks you have lived so long , and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour I THE TEMPEST,
... and work the peace of the present , we will not hand a rope more ; use your authority : if you cannot , give thanks you have lived so long , and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour I THE TEMPEST,
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... thank you for ' t ! And now , I pray you , Sir , - For still ' tis beating in my mind , —your reason For raising this sea - storm ? Pro . Know thus far forth . By accident most strange , bountiful fortune— Now my dear lady - hath mine ...
... thank you for ' t ! And now , I pray you , Sir , - For still ' tis beating in my mind , —your reason For raising this sea - storm ? Pro . Know thus far forth . By accident most strange , bountiful fortune— Now my dear lady - hath mine ...
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... 'd and heard thee , that made gape The pine , and let thee out . Ari . I thank thee , master . Pro . If thou more murmur'st , I will rend an oak , And peg thee in his knotty entrails , till Thou 12 [ ACT I. THE TEMPEST .
... 'd and heard thee , that made gape The pine , and let thee out . Ari . I thank thee , master . Pro . If thou more murmur'st , I will rend an oak , And peg thee in his knotty entrails , till Thou 12 [ ACT I. THE TEMPEST .
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... thank yourself for this great loss , That would not bless our Europe with your daughter , But rather lose her to an African ; Where she , at least , is banish'd from your eye , Who hath cause to wet the grief on't . Alon . Pr'ythee ...
... thank yourself for this great loss , That would not bless our Europe with your daughter , But rather lose her to an African ; Where she , at least , is banish'd from your eye , Who hath cause to wet the grief on't . Alon . Pr'ythee ...
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... Thank you . - Wondrous heavy.- [ ALONSO sleeps . Exit ARIEL . Ant . It is the quality o ' the climate . Seb . What a strange drowsiness possesses them ! Seb . Why Doth it not , then , our eye - lids sink ? I find not Myself dispos'd to ...
... Thank you . - Wondrous heavy.- [ ALONSO sleeps . Exit ARIEL . Ant . It is the quality o ' the climate . Seb . What a strange drowsiness possesses them ! Seb . Why Doth it not , then , our eye - lids sink ? I find not Myself dispos'd to ...
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All's All's W Angelo Beat Benedick better Biron Boyet brother Cæs Caius Claud Claudio Corio Costard Cymb daughter Dogb dost doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fool Ford gentle gentleman give grace Gremio hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour husband Isab John John iii Kath King lady Launce Lear Lear ii Leon Leonato look lord Love's L. L. Lucentio Lucio Lysander Macb Madam maid marry master master doctor Mids mistress Moth never Pedro Petruchio Pompey pray Proteus Puck Rich Rosalind SCENE Shakespeare Shylock signior Silvia Slen speak Speed sweet tell Temp thee there's THESEUS thou art thou hast Thurio Tranio unto wife woman word
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Página 554 - ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly : Then, heigh, ho ! the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp, As friend
Página 519 - sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank .' Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica : look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold : There 's not the smallest orb
Página liv - which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Deservedly confin'd into this rock, Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. Cal. 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. Hag-seed, hence! To answer other business.
Página xii - I loved the man, and do honour his memory (on this side idolatry) as much as any. He was indeed honest, and of an open and free nature; had an excellent fancy, brave notions, and gentle expressions, wherein he flowed with that facility, that sometimes it was necessary he should be stopped.
Página 424 - Ye spotted snakes, with double tongue. Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen ; Newts, and blind-worms, do no wrong ; Come not near our fairy queen : 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. i
Página l - ARIEL. Ari. All hail, great master! grave Sir, hail! I come To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to fly, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curl'd clouds : to thy strong bidding task Ariel, and all his quality. Pro. Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee
Página 519 - an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubins,— Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. Enter Musicians. Come, ho ! and wake Diana with a hymn : With sweetest touches pierce your mistress' ear, And draw her home with music.
Página 542 - That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat Almost to bursting; and the big round tears Cours'd one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase; and thus the hairy fool, Much marked of the melancholy Jaques, Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook, Augmenting it with tears. Duke S. But what said Jaques
Página 584 - In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring. Between the acres of the rye, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, These pretty country folks would lie, In the spring time, &c. This carol they began that hour,
Página 431 - night tapers crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed, and to arise ; And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes: Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies. Peas. Hail, mortal! Cob. Hail! Moth. Hail! Mus. Hail!