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... hand , or to go tip - toe Before the street be foul ? Either I am The fore - horse in the team , or I am none That draw i'the sequent trace . These poor slight sores Need not a plantain ; that which rips my bosom , Almost to the heart ...
... hand , or to go tip - toe Before the street be foul ? Either I am The fore - horse in the team , or I am none That draw i'the sequent trace . These poor slight sores Need not a plantain ; that which rips my bosom , Almost to the heart ...
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... hand of war hurts none here , nor the seas Swallow their youth ; were we at liberty , A wife might part us lawfully , or business ; Quarrels consume us ; envy of ill men Crave our acquaintance ; I might sicken , cousin , Where you ...
... hand of war hurts none here , nor the seas Swallow their youth ; were we at liberty , A wife might part us lawfully , or business ; Quarrels consume us ; envy of ill men Crave our acquaintance ; I might sicken , cousin , Where you ...
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... hand , and do but say Enter PALAMON as out of a bush , with his That Emily is thine , I will forgive shackles ; bends his fist at ARCITE . Arc . Drink a good hearty draught ! it breeds. SCENE I. Cornets in sundry places . Noise and ...
... hand , and do but say Enter PALAMON as out of a bush , with his That Emily is thine , I will forgive shackles ; bends his fist at ARCITE . Arc . Drink a good hearty draught ! it breeds. SCENE I. Cornets in sundry places . Noise and ...
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... hand ! Arc . Here , Palamon ! this hand shall never more Come near thee with such friendship . Pal . I commend thee . are o ' th ' least ; Prithee take mine , good cousin ! Pal . Thank you , Arcite ! . How do I look ? am I fall'n much ...
... hand ! Arc . Here , Palamon ! this hand shall never more Come near thee with such friendship . Pal . I commend thee . are o ' th ' least ; Prithee take mine , good cousin ! Pal . Thank you , Arcite ! . How do I look ? am I fall'n much ...
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... hand ; and casts himself th ' accounts Of all his hay and provender ; that hostler Must rise betime that cozens him . You know The chesnut mare the duke has ? Jautor . Very well . Daugh . She's horribly in love with him , poor beast ...
... hand ; and casts himself th ' accounts Of all his hay and provender ; that hostler Must rise betime that cozens him . You know The chesnut mare the duke has ? Jautor . Very well . Daugh . She's horribly in love with him , poor beast ...
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The Modern British Drama, Vol. 2 of 5: Tragedies (Classic Reprint) Sin vista previa disponible - 2018 |
Términos y frases comunes
Acast Amin arms art thou Bacurius BAJAZET Bessus bless blood brave brother Brun Cæsar Cast Castalio Char Cleo Cleon Cleora curse dare Daugh dear death Dion Diph DIPHILUS dost thou Enter Euphrania Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fate father fear fool forgive fortune give gods grief hand happy hath hear heart Heaven Hengo honour hope king kiss lady leave Leost Leosthenes live look lord Lysimachus madam Marcian Mardonius Monimia ne'er Nennius never night noble o'er OROONOKO peace Philaster Photinus pity Pompey poor pray prince Ptol Pulcheria queen revenge ruin SCENE shew sister slave soldier sorrow soul speak sure swear sweet sword Tamerlane tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Twas twill Vent virtue weep wilt woman wretched wrong
Pasajes populares
Página 132 - Tis less than to be born ; a lasting sleep ; A quiet resting from all jealousy, A thing we all pursue. I know, besides, It is but giving over of a game That must be lost.
Página 440 - Ohy woman! lovely woman! nature made thee .To temper man : we had been brutes without you. Angels are painted fair, to look like you : There's in you all that we believe of Heaven, Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Página 337 - Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow ; He who would search for pearls, must dive below.
Página 518 - And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy Voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Página 440 - Thou mad'st me what I am, with all the spirit, Aspiring thoughts and elegant desires That fill the happiest man ? Ah ! rather why Didst thou not form me sordid as my fate, Base-minded, dull, and fit to carry burdens? Why have I sense to know the curse that's on me? Is this just dealing. Nature ? Belvidera ! Enter BELVIDERA.
Página 125 - I shall be willing, if not apt, to learn. Age and experience will adorn my mind With larger knowledge : and if I have done A wilful fault, think me not past all hope For once; what master holds so strict a hand Over his boy, that he will part with him Without one warning? Let me be corrected To break my stubbornness if it be so, Rather than turn me off, and I shall mend.
Página 358 - Heaven has but Our sorrow for our sins ; and then delights To pardon erring man : Sweet mercy seems Its darling attribute, which limits justice ; . • As if there were degrees in infinite, And infinite would rather want perfection,. * Than punish to extent, Ant.
Página 440 - Oh woman ! lovely woman ! Nature made thee To temper man : we had been brutes without you ! Angels are painted fair to look like you : There's in you all, that we believe of" heaven ; Amazing brightness, purity and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Página 439 - Burn ! First burn, and level Venice to thy ruin. What ! starve like beggars' brats in frosty weather, Under a hedge, and whine ourselves to death ! Thou, or thy cause, shall never want assistance, Whilst I have blood or fortune fit to serve thee; Command my heart: thou art every way its master.
Página 8 - The fair-eyed maids shall weep our banishments, And in their songs curse ever-blinded Fortune, Till she for shame see what a wrong she has done To youth and nature. This is all our world : We shall know nothing here, but one another ; Hear nothing, but the clock that tells our woes. The vine shall grow, but we shall never see it : Summer shall come, and with her all delights, But dead-cold winter must inhabit here still.