The Dramatic Works and Poems, Bind 1Harper & Bros., 1847 |
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Side 50
... Leave your crisp channels , and on this green land Answer your summons ; Juno does command : Come , temperate nymphs , and help to celebrate A contract of true love ; be not too late . Enter certain Nymphs . You sun - burn'd sicklemen ...
... Leave your crisp channels , and on this green land Answer your summons ; Juno does command : Come , temperate nymphs , and help to celebrate A contract of true love ; be not too late . Enter certain Nymphs . You sun - burn'd sicklemen ...
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... leaves his friends , to dignify them more ; I leave myself , my friends , and all for love . Thou , Julia , thou hast metamorphos'd me ; Made me neglect my studies , lose my time , War with good counsel , set the world at nought ; Made ...
... leaves his friends , to dignify them more ; I leave myself , my friends , and all for love . Thou , Julia , thou hast metamorphos'd me ; Made me neglect my studies , lose my time , War with good counsel , set the world at nought ; Made ...
Side 63
... leave to love , and yet I do ; But there I leave to love , where I should love . Speed . Come on , you mad - cap , I'll to the ale - If I keep them , I needs must lose myself ; Julia I lose , and Valentine I lose : nouse with you ...
... leave to love , and yet I do ; But there I leave to love , where I should love . Speed . Come on , you mad - cap , I'll to the ale - If I keep them , I needs must lose myself ; Julia I lose , and Valentine I lose : nouse with you ...
Side 64
... leave at thy dispose , My goods , my lands , my reputation ; Only , in lieu thereof despatch me hence : Come , answer not , but to it presently ; I am impatient of my tarriance . ACT III . [ Exeuni SCENE I. - Milan . An Anti - room in ...
... leave at thy dispose , My goods , my lands , my reputation ; Only , in lieu thereof despatch me hence : Come , answer not , but to it presently ; I am impatient of my tarriance . ACT III . [ Exeuni SCENE I. - Milan . An Anti - room in ...
Side 65
... leave our royal court , By heaven , my wrath shall far exceed the love I ever bore my daughter , or thyself . Be gone , I will not hear thy vain excuse , But , as thou lov'st thy life , make speed from hence . [ Exit DUKE . Val . And ...
... leave our royal court , By heaven , my wrath shall far exceed the love I ever bore my daughter , or thyself . Be gone , I will not hear thy vain excuse , But , as thou lov'st thy life , make speed from hence . [ Exit DUKE . Val . And ...
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Angelo art thou Banquo better Biron Boyet brother Caliban Claud Claudio Costard daughter death dost doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father Faulconbridge fear fool Ford fortune gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour husband Illyria Isab Kath King knave lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander Macb Macbeth Macd madam maid Malone Malvolio marriage marry master master doctor means mistress Moth never night old copy reads Pedro Petruchio play poet Pompey pray prince Proteus SCENE servant Shakspeare Shakspeare's shalt Shylock signior speak Steevens Susanna Hall swear sweet tell thee there's Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast thought Thurio tongue Tranio true unto wife woman word
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Side 167 - 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.
Side 351 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Side 311 - What you do Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Side 19 - Rome Sent forth; or since did from their ashes come. Triumph, my Britain! Thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime, When, like Apollo, he came forth to warm Our ears, or, like a Mercury, to charm. Nature herself was proud of his designs, And joy'd to wear the dressing of his lines, Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit.
Side 219 - It must not be ; there is no power in Venice Can alter a decree established : 'Twill be recorded for a precedent ; And many an error, by the same example, Will rush into the state : it cannot be.
Side 349 - 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...
Side 350 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Side 351 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Side 229 - 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.