The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Bind 2Dove, 1830 |
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Side 28
... beat him like a dog . Sir To . What , for being a Puritan ? thy exquisite rea- son , dear knight ? Sir And . I have no exquisite reason for't , but I have reason good enough . Mar. The devil a Puritan that he is , or any thing con ...
... beat him like a dog . Sir To . What , for being a Puritan ? thy exquisite rea- son , dear knight ? Sir And . I have no exquisite reason for't , but I have reason good enough . Mar. The devil a Puritan that he is , or any thing con ...
Side 32
... beating of so strong a passion As love doth give my heart : no woman's heart So big , to hold so much ; they lack retention . Alas , their love may be call'd appetite , - No motion of the liver , but the palate , — I give thee now leave ...
... beating of so strong a passion As love doth give my heart : no woman's heart So big , to hold so much ; they lack retention . Alas , their love may be call'd appetite , - No motion of the liver , but the palate , — I give thee now leave ...
Side 34
... beat the rogue : - Sir To .. Peace , I say . Mal . To be count Malvolio . Sir To . Ah , rogue ! Sir And . Pistol him , pistol him . Sir To . Peace , peace ! metal of India ? ] My precious girl - my girl of gold . - STEEVENS . i -jets ...
... beat the rogue : - Sir To .. Peace , I say . Mal . To be count Malvolio . Sir To . Ah , rogue ! Sir And . Pistol him , pistol him . Sir To . Peace , peace ! metal of India ? ] My precious girl - my girl of gold . - STEEVENS . i -jets ...
Side 59
... beat him . Sir To . Do , cuff him soundly , but never draw thy sword . Sir And . An I do not , - Fab . Come , let's see the event . [ Exit . Sir To . I dare lay any money , ' twill be nothing yet . [ Exeunt . ACT IV . SCENE I. - The ...
... beat him . Sir To . Do , cuff him soundly , but never draw thy sword . Sir And . An I do not , - Fab . Come , let's see the event . [ Exit . Sir To . I dare lay any money , ' twill be nothing yet . [ Exeunt . ACT IV . SCENE I. - The ...
Side 60
... Beating Sir ANDREW . Sir To . Hold , sir , or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house . Clo . This will I tell my lady straight : I would not be in some of your coats for two - pence . [ Exit Clown . Sir To . Come on , sir ; hold ...
... Beating Sir ANDREW . Sir To . Hold , sir , or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house . Clo . This will I tell my lady straight : I would not be in some of your coats for two - pence . [ Exit Clown . Sir To . Come on , sir ; hold ...
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Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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,...
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.