The works of William Shakspere; from the text of the editions by C. Knight. With glossarial notes and facts connected with his life, illustr. by W. Harvey |
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... thought . Enter SPEED . Speed . Sir Proteus , save you : Saw you my master ? Pro . But now he parted hence , to embark for Milan . Speed . Twenty to one then he is shipp'd already ; And I have play'd the sheep in losing him . Pro ...
... thought . Enter SPEED . Speed . Sir Proteus , save you : Saw you my master ? Pro . But now he parted hence , to embark for Milan . Speed . Twenty to one then he is shipp'd already ; And I have play'd the sheep in losing him . Pro ...
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... thought . At length the sun , gazing upon the earth , Dispers'd those vapours that offended us ; And , by the benefit of his wished light , The seas wax'd calm , and we discovered Two ships from far making amain to us , Of Corinth that ...
... thought . At length the sun , gazing upon the earth , Dispers'd those vapours that offended us ; And , by the benefit of his wished light , The seas wax'd calm , and we discovered Two ships from far making amain to us , Of Corinth that ...
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... thoughts , master , are masked under such colours . Arm . Define , define , well - educated infant . Moth . My ... thought of it , I would take Desire prisoner , and ransom him to any French courtier for a new devised courtesy . I ...
... thoughts , master , are masked under such colours . Arm . Define , define , well - educated infant . Moth . My ... thought of it , I would take Desire prisoner , and ransom him to any French courtier for a new devised courtesy . I ...
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... thought , my spleen ; the heaving of my lungs provokes me to ridiculous smiling : O , pardon me , my stars ! Doth the inconsiderate take salve for l'envoy , and the word l'envoy for a salve ? Moth . Do the wise think them other ? is not ...
... thought , my spleen ; the heaving of my lungs provokes me to ridiculous smiling : O , pardon me , my stars ! Doth the inconsiderate take salve for l'envoy , and the word l'envoy for a salve ? Moth . Do the wise think them other ? is not ...
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... thought , I dare vow for her , they touched not any stranger sense . Her matter was , she loved your son : difference betwixt their two estates ; Love , no god , that Fortune , she said , was no goddess , that had put such would not ...
... thought , I dare vow for her , they touched not any stranger sense . Her matter was , she loved your son : difference betwixt their two estates ; Love , no god , that Fortune , she said , was no goddess , that had put such would not ...
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Seite 99 - 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.
Seite 436 - Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts ; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds...
Seite 144 - Yes, to smell pork ; to eat of the habitation which your prophet, the Nazarite, conjured the devil into. I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following ; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you.
Seite 296 - Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Seite 242 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Seite 44 - Save base authority from others' books. • These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
Seite 136 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Seite 136 - And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well, then, it now appears you need my help: Go to, then; you come to me, and you say, Shylock, we would have moneys...
Seite 296 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one!
Seite 259 - 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, 't were all alike As if we had them not.