William Shakspeare's Complete Works, Dramatic and Poetic, Volumen1S. Andrus and Son, 1852 |
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... peace , and at one time a man of considerable property . This last , however , ap- pears to have been lost by some means , , in the latter part of his life . His wife was the daughter and heiress of Robert Arden , of Wellington , in the ...
... peace , and at one time a man of considerable property . This last , however , ap- pears to have been lost by some means , , in the latter part of his life . His wife was the daughter and heiress of Robert Arden , of Wellington , in the ...
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... peace : Thee , of thy son , Alonso , They have bereft ; and do pronounce by me , Lingering perdition ( worse than any death Can be at once ) shall step by step attend You , and your ways ; whose wrath to guard you from ( Which here , in ...
... peace : Thee , of thy son , Alonso , They have bereft ; and do pronounce by me , Lingering perdition ( worse than any death Can be at once ) shall step by step attend You , and your ways ; whose wrath to guard you from ( Which here , in ...
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... peace . [ Exeunt . Pro . Come with a thought : -I thank you : - Ariel , come . Enter Ariel . Ari . Thy thoughts I cleave to ; What's thy pleasure ? Pro . Spirit , We must prepare to meet with Caliban . Ari . Ay , my commander : when I ...
... peace . [ Exeunt . Pro . Come with a thought : -I thank you : - Ariel , come . Enter Ariel . Ari . Thy thoughts I cleave to ; What's thy pleasure ? Pro . Spirit , We must prepare to meet with Caliban . Ari . Ay , my commander : when I ...
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... Peace ; we'll hear him . 3 Out . Ay , by my beard , will we ; For he's a proper1 man . Love thee as our commander , and our king . 1 Out . But if thou scorn our courtesy , thou diest . 2 Out . Thou shalt not live to brag what we have ...
... Peace ; we'll hear him . 3 Out . Ay , by my beard , will we ; For he's a proper1 man . Love thee as our commander , and our king . 1 Out . But if thou scorn our courtesy , thou diest . 2 Out . Thou shalt not live to brag what we have ...
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... Peace ! stand aside ! the company parts . Pro . Sir Thurio , fear not you ! I will so plead , That you shall say , my cunning drift excels . Thu. Where meet we ? Pro . At saint Gregory's well . Thu. Farewell . [ Exeunt Thurio and ...
... Peace ! stand aside ! the company parts . Pro . Sir Thurio , fear not you ! I will so plead , That you shall say , my cunning drift excels . Thu. Where meet we ? Pro . At saint Gregory's well . Thu. Farewell . [ Exeunt Thurio and ...
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art thou Banquo Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin daughter dear death doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear fool Ford gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Host husband Isab Kath king knave lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Macb Macbeth Macd madam maid Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress Moth never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Petruchio Pist Poins Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince Proteus Re-enter SCENE servant Shal signior Sir Andrew Ague-cheek sir John Sir John Falstaff soul speak swear sweet tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue true unto What's wife wilt woman word
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Página 193 - I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Página 155 - These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Página 429 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Página 202 - 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.
Página 327 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come. — But in these cases, We still have judgment here ; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor : this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice...
Página 193 - 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 ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? if you prick us,...
Página 105 - In thrilling regions 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.
Página 23 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth By my so potent art.
Página 23 - 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.
Página 342 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word, — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.