The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Bind 2Dove, 1830 |
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... mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character . I pray thee , and I'll pay thee bounteously , Conceal me what I am ; and be my aid For such disguise as , haply , shall become The form of my intent . I'll serve this duke ...
... mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character . I pray thee , and I'll pay thee bounteously , Conceal me what I am ; and be my aid For such disguise as , haply , shall become The form of my intent . I'll serve this duke ...
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... mind i'the world ; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether . Sir To . Art thou good at these kick - shaws , knight ? Sir And . As any man in Illyria , whatsoever he be , under the degree of my betters ; and yet I will not ...
... mind i'the world ; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether . Sir To . Art thou good at these kick - shaws , knight ? Sir And . As any man in Illyria , whatsoever he be , under the degree of my betters ; and yet I will not ...
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... mind . Vio . I am a messenger . Oli . Sure , you have some hideous matter to deliver , when the courtesy of it is so fearful . Speak your office . Vio . It alone concerns your ear . I bring no overture of war , no taxation of homage ; I ...
... mind . Vio . I am a messenger . Oli . Sure , you have some hideous matter to deliver , when the courtesy of it is so fearful . Speak your office . Vio . It alone concerns your ear . I bring no overture of war , no taxation of homage ; I ...
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... mind , I cannot love him : Yet I suppose him virtuous , know him noble , 0 presents ; ] I have adopted Mr. M. Mason's emendation . reading ; Such a one as I was this present , is nonsense . P blent , ] i . e . Blended . The old Of great ...
... mind , I cannot love him : Yet I suppose him virtuous , know him noble , 0 presents ; ] I have adopted Mr. M. Mason's emendation . reading ; Such a one as I was this present , is nonsense . P blent , ] i . e . Blended . The old Of great ...
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... mind . Fate , shew thy force : Ourselves we do not owe ; t What is decreed , must be ; and be this so ! [ Exit . ACT ... mind . ] Her mind , here used for heart , had fixed itself on Viola , and her eye flattered her mind by discovering ...
... mind . Fate , shew thy force : Ourselves we do not owe ; t What is decreed , must be ; and be this so ! [ Exit . ACT ... mind . ] Her mind , here used for heart , had fixed itself on Viola , and her eye flattered her mind by discovering ...
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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.