The plays and poems of William Shakespeare, ed. by J.P. Collier, Band 7 |
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... faith of man , I know my price : I am worth no worse a place ; But he , as loving his own pride and purposes , Evades them , with a bombast circumstance Horribly stuff'd with epithets of war ; And , in conclusion , Nonsuits my mediators ...
... faith of man , I know my price : I am worth no worse a place ; But he , as loving his own pride and purposes , Evades them , with a bombast circumstance Horribly stuff'd with epithets of war ; And , in conclusion , Nonsuits my mediators ...
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... Faith , he to - night hath boarded a land - carack : 6 If it prove lawful prize , he ' s made for ever . Cas . I do not understand . Iago . Cas . He's married . To whom ? Re - enter OTHELLO . Iago . Marry , to - Come , captain , will ...
... Faith , he to - night hath boarded a land - carack : 6 If it prove lawful prize , he ' s made for ever . Cas . I do not understand . Iago . Cas . He's married . To whom ? Re - enter OTHELLO . Iago . Marry , to - Come , captain , will ...
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... faith , ' twas strange , ' twas passing strange ; ' Twas pitiful , ' twas wondrous pitiful : She wish'd she had not heard it ; yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man : she thank'd me ; And bade me , if I had a friend that ...
... faith , ' twas strange , ' twas passing strange ; ' Twas pitiful , ' twas wondrous pitiful : She wish'd she had not heard it ; yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man : she thank'd me ; And bade me , if I had a friend that ...
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... faith . - Honest Iago , My Desdemona must I leave to thee : I pr'ythee , let thy wife attend on her , And bring her after in the best advantage.- Come , Desdemona ; I have but an hour Of love , of worldly matters , and direction , Des ...
... faith . - Honest Iago , My Desdemona must I leave to thee : I pr'ythee , let thy wife attend on her , And bring her after in the best advantage.- Come , Desdemona ; I have but an hour Of love , of worldly matters , and direction , Des ...
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... Alas ! she has no speech . Iago . In faith , too much ; I find it still , when I have list to sleep : Marry , before your ladyship , I grant , She puts her tongue a little in her heart , 5 SC . I. ] 33 The Moor of Venice .
... Alas ! she has no speech . Iago . In faith , too much ; I find it still , when I have list to sleep : Marry , before your ladyship , I grant , She puts her tongue a little in her heart , 5 SC . I. ] 33 The Moor of Venice .
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Seite 64 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Seite 94 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Seite 132 - tis most certain, Iras. Saucy lictors Will catch at us, like strumpets ; and scald rhymers Ballad us out o' tune : the quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels : Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I
Seite 135 - Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me : Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Seite 34 - Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description : she did lie In her pavilion, (cloth of gold, of tissue,) O'er-picturing that Venus, where we see, The fancy out-work nature : on each side her, Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With diverse-colour'd fans, whose wind...
Seite 17 - My very noble and approv'd good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true ; true, I have married her : The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Seite 94 - 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.
Seite 20 - twas wondrous pitiful : She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man ; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake : She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them.
Seite 75 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Seite 63 - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.