The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, Bind 3Carpenter and Son, 1813 |
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Side 37
... fear thee not ; Sirrah , young gamester , your father were a fool To give thee all , and , in his waning age , Set foot under thy table : Tut ! a toy ! An old Italian fox is not so kind , my boy . [ Exit . Tra . A vengeance on your ...
... fear thee not ; Sirrah , young gamester , your father were a fool To give thee all , and , in his waning age , Set foot under thy table : Tut ! a toy ! An old Italian fox is not so kind , my boy . [ Exit . Tra . A vengeance on your ...
Side 47
... Fear not , sweet wench , they shall not touch thee , Kate ; I'll buckler thee against a million . [ Exeunt Pet . Kath . and Gru . Bap . Nay , let them go , a couple of quiet ones . Gre . Went they not quickly , I should die with laugh ...
... Fear not , sweet wench , they shall not touch thee , Kate ; I'll buckler thee against a million . [ Exeunt Pet . Kath . and Gru . Bap . Nay , let them go , a couple of quiet ones . Gre . Went they not quickly , I should die with laugh ...
Side 58
... fear it is too choleric a meat : How say you to a fat tripe , finely broil'd ? Kath . I like it well ; good Grumio , fetch it me . Gru . I cannot tell ; I fear ' tis choleric . What say you to a piece of beef , and mustard ? Kath . A ...
... fear it is too choleric a meat : How say you to a fat tripe , finely broil'd ? Kath . I like it well ; good Grumio , fetch it me . Gru . I cannot tell ; I fear ' tis choleric . What say you to a piece of beef , and mustard ? Kath . A ...
Side 63
... Fear you not him . Sirrah , Biondello , Now do your duty throughly , I advise you ; Imagine ' twere the right Vincentio . Bion . Tut ! fear not me . Tra . But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista ? Bion . I told him , that your father ...
... Fear you not him . Sirrah , Biondello , Now do your duty throughly , I advise you ; Imagine ' twere the right Vincentio . Bion . Tut ! fear not me . Tra . But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista ? Bion . I told him , that your father ...
Side 73
... Fear not , Baptista ; we will content you , go to : But I will in , to be revenged for this villany . [ Exit . Bap . And I , to sound the depth of this knavery . [ Exit . Luc . Look not pale , Bianca ; thy father will not frown ...
... Fear not , Baptista ; we will content you , go to : But I will in , to be revenged for this villany . [ Exit . Bap . And I , to sound the depth of this knavery . [ Exit . Luc . Look not pale , Bianca ; thy father will not frown ...
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Antigonus Antipholus art thou Aumerle Autolycus Banquo Baptista Bast bear Bian Bianca Bion Biondello blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath Camillo cousin daughter death dost doth Dromio Duch duke duke of Hereford Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair father Faulconbridge fear Fleance friends Gaunt gentleman give Gremio grief hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Hortensio Hubert husband i'the John Kate Kath king KING JOHN Lady Leon liege look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam majesty master mistress never noble Northumberland o'the Padua PANDULPH pardon peace Petruchio Polixenes pray prince queen Rich Rosse SCENE Servant shalt shame Shep signior sorrow soul speak sweet tell thane thee There's thine thou art thou hast tongue Tranio unto villain wife Witch word
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Side 15 - 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 13 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it...
Side 16 - Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i
Side 22 - Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Side 50 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Side 47 - What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief? Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you ; But you at your sick service had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love...
Side 56 - 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' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, And own no other function : each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
Side 13 - The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you...
Side 22 - This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of War, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea...
Side 23 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's son : This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement, or pelting farm...