The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Volumen2Dove, 1830 |
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... brother to VIOLA . ANTONIO , a Sea Captain , friend to SEBASTIAN . A Sea Captain , friend to VIOLA . VALENTINE , Gentlemen attending on the Duke . CURIO , Sir TOBY BELCH , uncle of OLIVIA . Sir ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK . MALVOLIO , Steward ...
... brother to VIOLA . ANTONIO , a Sea Captain , friend to SEBASTIAN . A Sea Captain , friend to VIOLA . VALENTINE , Gentlemen attending on the Duke . CURIO , Sir TOBY BELCH , uncle of OLIVIA . Sir ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK . MALVOLIO , Steward ...
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... brother's dead love , which she would keep fresh , And lasting , in her sad remembrance . Duke . O , she , that hath a heart of that fine frame , To pay this debt of love but to a brother , How will she love , when the rich golden shaft ...
... brother's dead love , which she would keep fresh , And lasting , in her sad remembrance . Duke . O , she , that hath a heart of that fine frame , To pay this debt of love but to a brother , How will she love , when the rich golden shaft ...
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... brother , Most provident in peril , bind himself ( Courage and hope both teaching him the practice ) To a strong mast , that lived upon the sea ; Where , like Arion on the dolphin's back , I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves , So ...
... brother , Most provident in peril , bind himself ( Courage and hope both teaching him the practice ) To a strong mast , that lived upon the sea ; Where , like Arion on the dolphin's back , I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves , So ...
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... brother thus ? I am sure , care's an enemy to life . Mar. By my troth , sir Toby , you must come in earlier o'nights ; your cousin , my lady , takes great exceptions to your ill hours . Sir To . Why , let her except before excepted ...
... brother thus ? I am sure , care's an enemy to life . Mar. By my troth , sir Toby , you must come in earlier o'nights ; your cousin , my lady , takes great exceptions to your ill hours . Sir To . Why , let her except before excepted ...
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... brother's death . Clo . I think , his soul is in hell , madonna . Oli . I know his soul is in heaven , fool . Clo . The more fool you , madonna , to mourn for your brother's soul being in heaven . - Take away the fool , gen- tlemen ...
... brother's death . Clo . I think , his soul is in hell , madonna . Oli . I know his soul is in heaven , fool . Clo . The more fool you , madonna , to mourn for your brother's soul being in heaven . - Take away the fool , gen- tlemen ...
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Página 269 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath. That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Página 197 - 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 405 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Página 120 - 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 region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Página 104 - 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.
Página 25 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Página 82 - That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues ; nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor,...
Página 78 - Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas ! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day...
Página 305 - 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. The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Página 94 - We must not make a scare-crow of the law. Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.