The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, Volume 3 |
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... father : He that so generally is at all times good , must of necessity hold his virtue to you ; whose worthiness would stir it up where it Under his particular care , as my guardian . wanted , rather than lack it where there is such.
... father : He that so generally is at all times good , must of necessity hold his virtue to you ; whose worthiness would stir it up where it Under his particular care , as my guardian . wanted , rather than lack it where there is such.
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... father ( 0 , that had * ! how sad a passage ' tis ! ) whose skill was almost as great as his honesty ; had it stretched so far , would have made nature immortal , and death should have play for lack of work . ' Would , for the king's ...
... father ( 0 , that had * ! how sad a passage ' tis ! ) whose skill was almost as great as his honesty ; had it stretched so far , would have made nature immortal , and death should have play for lack of work . ' Would , for the king's ...
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... father never approaches her heart , but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood + from her cheek . No more of this , Helena , go to , no more ; lest it be rather thought you affect a sorrow , than to have . Hel . I do affect a ...
... father never approaches her heart , but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood + from her cheek . No more of this , Helena , go to , no more ; lest it be rather thought you affect a sorrow , than to have . Hel . I do affect a ...
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... father . [ Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu . Hel . O , were that all ! -I think not on my father ; And these great tears grace his remembrance more Than those I shed for him . What was he like ? I have forgot him : my imagination Carries no ...
... father . [ Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu . Hel . O , were that all ! -I think not on my father ; And these great tears grace his remembrance more Than those I shed for him . What was he like ? I have forgot him : my imagination Carries no ...
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... . 1 Lord . It is the count Rousillon , my good lord , Young Bertram . The citizens of the small republic of which Sienna is the capital . King . Youth , thou bear'st thy father's face ; Scene II . 11 THAT ENDS WELL .
... . 1 Lord . It is the count Rousillon , my good lord , Young Bertram . The citizens of the small republic of which Sienna is the capital . King . Youth , thou bear'st thy father's face ; Scene II . 11 THAT ENDS WELL .
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Page 378 - 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.
Page 374 - 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...
Page 250 - 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...
Page 378 - And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Page 188 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land...
Page 382 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Which was not so before. — There's no such thing : It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes. — Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep...
Page 382 - Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Page 367 - Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
Page 426 - Himself best knows : but strangely-visited people, All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The mere despair of surgery, he cures ; Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, Put on with holy prayers : and, 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction.
Page 406 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M.