The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Adapted for Family ReadingRichard Griffin and Company, 1861 - 864 sider |
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Side 7
... thank yourself for this great loss [ daughter , That would not bless our Europe with your But rather lose her to an African ; Where she , at least , is banish'd from your eye , Who hath cause to wet the grief on ' t . Alon . Pr'ythee ...
... thank yourself for this great loss [ daughter , That would not bless our Europe with your But rather lose her to an African ; Where she , at least , is banish'd from your eye , Who hath cause to wet the grief on ' t . Alon . Pr'ythee ...
Side 23
... thank you , you swing'd me for my love , which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours . Val . In conclusion , I stand affected to her . Speed . I would you were set , so your affection would cease . Val . Last night she enjoin'd me ...
... thank you , you swing'd me for my love , which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours . Val . In conclusion , I stand affected to her . Speed . I would you were set , so your affection would cease . Val . Last night she enjoin'd me ...
Side 31
... thank you for your own . Now , gentle- Let's tune , and to it lustily a while . Enter , at a distance , Host , with JULIA in boy's clothes . Host . Now , my young guest ; methinks you're allycholly : I pray you , why is it ? [ merry ...
... thank you for your own . Now , gentle- Let's tune , and to it lustily a while . Enter , at a distance , Host , with JULIA in boy's clothes . Host . Now , my young guest ; methinks you're allycholly : I pray you , why is it ? [ merry ...
Side 33
... thanks you . Sil . What say'st thou ? Jul . I thank you , madam , that you tender her . Poor gentlewoman ! my master wrongs her much . Sil . Dost thou know her ? Jul . Almost as well as I do know myself : To think upon her woes , I do ...
... thanks you . Sil . What say'st thou ? Jul . I thank you , madam , that you tender her . Poor gentlewoman ! my master wrongs her much . Sil . Dost thou know her ? Jul . Almost as well as I do know myself : To think upon her woes , I do ...
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... thank you . Shal . Sir , I thank you ; by yea and no , I do . Page . I am glad to see you , good Master Slender . Slen . How does your fallow greyhound , sir ? I heard say , he was outrun on Cotsall . Page . It could not be judg'd , sir ...
... thank you . Shal . Sir , I thank you ; by yea and no , I do . Page . I am glad to see you , good Master Slender . Slen . How does your fallow greyhound , sir ? I heard say , he was outrun on Cotsall . Page . It could not be judg'd , sir ...
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Side 300 - To be, or not to be, — that is the question : — Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them ? — To die, — to sleep, — No more ; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, — 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream : — ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of...
Side 186 - Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school : and then, the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Side 324 - 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 443 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke: Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Side 122 - 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 373 - This is the excellent foppery of the world ! that, when we are sick in fortune, (often the surfeit of our own behaviour,) we make guilty of our disasters, the sun, the moon, and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity ; fools, "by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves, and treachers,* by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on...
Side 103 - 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.
Side 301 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters,...
Side 355 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Side 323 - Like the poor cat i' the adage ? Macb. . Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck ; and know How tender...