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Her face , the book of praises , where is read Nothing but curious pleasures , as
from thence Sorrow were ever ras'd , and testy wrath Could never be her mild
companion . Ye gods that made me man , and sway in love , That have inflam'd ...
Her face , the book of praises , where is read Nothing but curious pleasures , as
from thence Sorrow were ever ras'd , and testy wrath Could never be her mild
companion . Ye gods that made me man , and sway in love , That have inflam'd ...
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If there be such a dart in princes ' frowns , How durft thy tongue move anger to our
face ? Hel . How dare the plants look up to heaven , from whence They have their
nourishment ? Per . Thou know'st I have power To take thy life . Hel .
If there be such a dart in princes ' frowns , How durft thy tongue move anger to our
face ? Hel . How dare the plants look up to heaven , from whence They have their
nourishment ? Per . Thou know'st I have power To take thy life . Hel .
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She did disdain my child , and stood between Her and her fortunes : None would
look on her , But cast their gazes on Marina's face ; Whilst ours was blurted at ,
and held a malkin , Not worth the time of day . It pierc'd me thorough ; And though
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She did disdain my child , and stood between Her and her fortunes : None would
look on her , But cast their gazes on Marina's face ; Whilst ours was blurted at ,
and held a malkin , Not worth the time of day . It pierc'd me thorough ; And though
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... and most poorest shape , That ever penury , in contempt of man , Brought near
to beast : my face I'll grime with filth ; Blanket my loins ; elf all my hair in knots ;
And with presented nakedness out - face The winds , and persecutions of the sky
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... and most poorest shape , That ever penury , in contempt of man , Brought near
to beast : my face I'll grime with filth ; Blanket my loins ; elf all my hair in knots ;
And with presented nakedness out - face The winds , and persecutions of the sky
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Poor foul , thy face is much abus'd with tears . Jul . The tears have got small
victory by that ; For it was bad enough , before their spite . Par . Thou wrong'st it ,
more than tears , with that report . Jul . That is no flander , fir , that is a truth ; And
what ...
Poor foul , thy face is much abus'd with tears . Jul . The tears have got small
victory by that ; For it was bad enough , before their spite . Par . Thou wrong'st it ,
more than tears , with that report . Jul . That is no flander , fir , that is a truth ; And
what ...
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Page 93 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
Page 18 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Page 52 - O! reason not the need; our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous: Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Page 97 - Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath. Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks. And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Page 116 - KENT. Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Page 21 - O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear...
Page 114 - I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack. — She's gone for ever ! — I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth.
Page 46 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume...
Page 98 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Page 66 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Bibliographic information
| Title | The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: Pericles. King Lear. Romeo and Juliet Volume 11 of The Plays of William Shakespeare, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | T. Bensley, 1800 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 30 Dec 2006 |
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