The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a memoir and essay on his genius by Barry Cornwall: also annotations and remarks by many writers, illustr. with engr. from designs by K. Meadows, Volumen1 |
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open your mouth : this will shake your shaking overblown ? I hid me under the
dead moonI can tell you , and that soundly : you cannot tell calf ' s gaberdine , for
fear of the storm . And art who ' s your friend : open your chaps again . thou living
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open your mouth : this will shake your shaking overblown ? I hid me under the
dead moonI can tell you , and that soundly : you cannot tell calf ' s gaberdine , for
fear of the storm . And art who ' s your friend : open your chaps again . thou living
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Thou concludest like the sanctimo thousand of you all . nious pirate , that went to
sea with the ten com 1st Gent . Who ' s that , I pray ... But , after all this fooling , I
would not prays for peace . have it so : Art thou sure of this ? 2nd Gent . I never ...
Thou concludest like the sanctimo thousand of you all . nious pirate , that went to
sea with the ten com 1st Gent . Who ' s that , I pray ... But , after all this fooling , I
would not prays for peace . have it so : Art thou sure of this ? 2nd Gent . I never ...
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And death unloads thee : friend hast thou none ; For thine own bowels which do
call thee sire , The mere effusion of thy ... Reason thus with life : If I do lose thee , I
do lose a thing That none but fools would keep : a breath thou art , Servile to all ...
And death unloads thee : friend hast thou none ; For thine own bowels which do
call thee sire , The mere effusion of thy ... Reason thus with life : If I do lose thee , I
do lose a thing That none but fools would keep : a breath thou art , Servile to all ...
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By heaven , that thou art fair is most infallible ; true , that thou art beauteous ; truth
itself , that thou art lovely . More fairer than fair , beautiful than beauteous , truer
than truth itself , have commiseration on thy heroical vassal ! The magnanimous ...
By heaven , that thou art fair is most infallible ; true , that thou art beauteous ; truth
itself , that thou art lovely . More fairer than fair , beautiful than beauteous , truer
than truth itself , have commiseration on thy heroical vassal ! The magnanimous ...
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Then thou art damned . Enter Rosalind , reading a paper . Cor . Nay , I hope ,
From the east to western Ind , Touch . Truly , thou art damned ; like an illNo jewel
is like Rosalind . roasted egg , all on one side . Her worth , being mounted on the
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Then thou art damned . Enter Rosalind , reading a paper . Cor . Nay , I hope ,
From the east to western Ind , Touch . Truly , thou art damned ; like an illNo jewel
is like Rosalind . roasted egg , all on one side . Her worth , being mounted on the
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Página 475 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Página 474 - twill be eleven ; And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale.
Página 469 - 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.
Página 470 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Página 367 - For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Fetching mad bounds, bellowing, and neighing loud, Which is the hot condition of their blood; If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze, By the sweet power of music. Therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods; Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But...
Página 30 - Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer, Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
Página 224 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Página 340 - And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say ' Shylock, we would have moneys : ' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...