The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., Volume 7Phillips, Sampson, 1851 |
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... madam's issue ? Why brand they us With base ? with baseness ? bastardy ? base , base ? Who , in the lusty stealth of nature , take More composition and fierce quality , Than doth , within a dull , stale , tired bed , 1 i . e . temper ...
... madam's issue ? Why brand they us With base ? with baseness ? bastardy ? base , base ? Who , in the lusty stealth of nature , take More composition and fierce quality , Than doth , within a dull , stale , tired bed , 1 i . e . temper ...
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... madam . Gon . By day and night he wrongs me ; every hour He flashes into one gross crime or other , That sets us all at odds . I'll not endure it ; His knights grow riotous , and himself upbraids us trifle . When he returns from hunting ...
... madam . Gon . By day and night he wrongs me ; every hour He flashes into one gross crime or other , That sets us all at odds . I'll not endure it ; His knights grow riotous , and himself upbraids us trifle . When he returns from hunting ...
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... madam . Gon . And let his knights have colder looks among you ; What grows of it , no matter ; advise your fellows so .. [ I would breed from hence occasions , and I shall , That I may speak.3 ] -I'll write straight to my sister , To ...
... madam . Gon . And let his knights have colder looks among you ; What grows of it , no matter ; advise your fellows so .. [ I would breed from hence occasions , and I shall , That I may speak.3 ] -I'll write straight to my sister , To ...
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... madam . Gon . Take you some company , and away to horse ; Inform her full of my particular fear ; And thereto add such reasons of your own , As may compact it more . Get you gone ; And hasten your return . [ Exit Stew . ] No , no , my ...
... madam . Gon . Take you some company , and away to horse ; Inform her full of my particular fear ; And thereto add such reasons of your own , As may compact it more . Get you gone ; And hasten your return . [ Exit Stew . ] No , no , my ...
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... madam ; Yes , madam , he was . Reg . No marvel , then , though he were ill - affected ; ' Tis they have put him on the old man's death , To have the waste and spoil of his revenues . I have this present evening from my sister Been well ...
... madam ; Yes , madam , he was . Reg . No marvel , then , though he were ill - affected ; ' Tis they have put him on the old man's death , To have the waste and spoil of his revenues . I have this present evening from my sister Been well ...
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Page 456 - 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.
Page 169 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Page 281 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Page 487 - A fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow, unmoving finger at! — Yet could I bear that, too; well, very well: But there, where I have garnered up my heart, Where either I must live, or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up; to be discarded thence!
Page 335 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 431 - As hell's from heaven. If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy; for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Page 312 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Page 197 - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Page 102 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Page 349 - Excitements of my reason, and my blood, And let all sleep ? while, to my shame, I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy, and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds...