Shakspeare's Measure for Measure: A ComedyJ. Ridgway, and sold in the Theatre, 1803 - 68 sider |
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Side 8
... fear'd : so our decrees , Dead to infliction , to themselves are dead ; And liberty plucks justice by the nose ; The baby beats the nurse , and quite athwart Goes all decorum . Peter . It rested in your grace To unloose this tied - up ...
... fear'd : so our decrees , Dead to infliction , to themselves are dead ; And liberty plucks justice by the nose ; The baby beats the nurse , and quite athwart Goes all decorum . Peter . It rested in your grace To unloose this tied - up ...
Side 15
... fear the birds of prey , And let it keep one shape , till custom make it Their perch , and not their terror . Escal . Ay , but yet Let us be keen , and rather cut a little , Than fall , and bruise to death : Alas ! this gentleman , Whom ...
... fear the birds of prey , And let it keep one shape , till custom make it Their perch , and not their terror . Escal . Ay , but yet Let us be keen , and rather cut a little , Than fall , and bruise to death : Alas ! this gentleman , Whom ...
Side 30
... fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm : Happy thou art not ; For what thou hast not , still thou striv'st to get ; And what thou hast , forget'st : Thou hast nor youth , nor age ; But , as it were , an after - dinner's sleep ...
... fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm : Happy thou art not ; For what thou hast not , still thou striv'st to get ; And what thou hast , forget'st : Thou hast nor youth , nor age ; But , as it were , an after - dinner's sleep ...
Side 31
... fear thee , Claudio ; and I quake , Lest thou a feverous life should'st entertain , And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour . Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle ...
... fear thee , Claudio ; and I quake , Lest thou a feverous life should'st entertain , And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour . Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle ...
Side 33
... fear of death . Isab . Alas ! alas ! Claud . Sweet sister , let me live : What sin you do to save a brother's life , Nature dispenses with the deed so far , That it becomes a virtue . Isab . O , faithless coward ! O , dishonest wretch ...
... fear of death . Isab . Alas ! alas ! Claud . Sweet sister , let me live : What sin you do to save a brother's life , Nature dispenses with the deed so far , That it becomes a virtue . Isab . O , faithless coward ! O , dishonest wretch ...
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Abhor ABHORSON Apparitors Art thou Barnar believe beseech betimes brother caitiff carry'd Claud Claudio condemn'd death deputy diest dish dost thou doth duke's ELBOW END OF ACT Enter ESCALUS Enter ISABELLA Enter LUCIO Enter Provost Enter the Duke Escal Exeunt ISABELLA Exeunt the Duke Exit Provost Exit THOMAS fare father fault fear fellow FREDERICK Friar PETER gentle gentleman give grace gracious hang'd head hear heard heart heaven here's hither holy husband Isab Isabel justice kneel LEOPOLD Little Queen Lodowick Look lord Angelo maid Mari MARIANA marry master Froth MEASURE FOR MEASURE mercy noble offence Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prayers prison Prov SCENE shame signior Sirrah sister slander soul speak strange tapster thee thing thou art thou hast Tipstaves to-morrow tongue truely varlet Vienna villain warrant What's whipp'd wife woman word wrong'd
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Side 30 - Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. 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 the skyey influences, That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.
Side 30 - Thou hast nor youth, nor age; But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both : for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms Of palsied eld; and when thou art old, and rich, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this, That bears the name of life? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths : yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even.
Side 32 - 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 regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Side 19 - That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom ; Knock there ; and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault ; if it confess A natural guiltiness such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life.
Side 15 - We must not make a scarecrow 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.
Side 11 - From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty : As surfeit is the father of much fast, So every scope by the immoderate use Turns to restraint. Our natures do pursue, Like rats that ravin down their proper bane, A thirsty evil ; and when we drink we die.
Side 65 - Isabel, Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me : Hold up your hands, say nothing, I'll speak all. They say, best men are moulded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad : so may my husband.
Side 41 - He who the sword of heaven will bear, Should be as holy as severe ; Pattern in himself to know, Grace to stand, and virtue go ; More nor less to others paying, Than by self-offences weighing.
Side 19 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, petty officer Would use his heaven for thunder: nothing but thunder.
Side 33 - Ne'er issued from his blood. Take my defiance ; Die ; perish ! might but my bending down Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed...