The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 11Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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... tell you what mine authors say :) This king unto him took a pheere , Who died , and left a female heir , So buxom , blithe , and full of face , As heaven had lent her all his grace ; With whom the father liking took , And her to incest ...
... tell you what mine authors say :) This king unto him took a pheere , Who died , and left a female heir , So buxom , blithe , and full of face , As heaven had lent her all his grace ; With whom the father liking took , And her to incest ...
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... Tell thee with speechless tongues , and semblance pale , That , without covering , save yon field of stars , They here stand martyrs , slain in Cupid's wars ; And with dead cheeks advise thee to desist , For going on death's net , whom ...
... Tell thee with speechless tongues , and semblance pale , That , without covering , save yon field of stars , They here stand martyrs , slain in Cupid's wars ; And with dead cheeks advise thee to desist , For going on death's net , whom ...
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... tell you , now , my thoughts revolt ; For he's no man on whom perfections wait , That , knowing sin within , will touch the gate . You're a fair viol , and your sense the strings ; Who , finger'd to make man his lawful music , Would ...
... tell you , now , my thoughts revolt ; For he's no man on whom perfections wait , That , knowing sin within , will touch the gate . You're a fair viol , and your sense the strings ; Who , finger'd to make man his lawful music , Would ...
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... tell the world , Antiochus doth sin In such a loathed manner : And therefore instantly this prince must die ; For by ... telling your haste . 12 ACT I. PERICLES ,
... tell the world , Antiochus doth sin In such a loathed manner : And therefore instantly this prince must die ; For by ... telling your haste . 12 ACT I. PERICLES ,
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... telling your haste . Mess . My lord , prince Pericles is fled . Ant . As thou Wilt live , fly after : and as an arrow , shot [ Ex . Mess . From a well - experienc'd archer , hits the mark His eye doth level at , so ne'er return , Unless ...
... telling your haste . Mess . My lord , prince Pericles is fled . Ant . As thou Wilt live , fly after : and as an arrow , shot [ Ex . Mess . From a well - experienc'd archer , hits the mark His eye doth level at , so ne'er return , Unless ...
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Alcib Alcibiades Antiochus Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius Bawd bear beseech blood Boult Caius Marcius Caph CLEON Cominius consul CORIOLANUS Corioli daughter Dionyza do't dost doth ears enemy Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fear Fish Flav fool fortune friends Gent give gods gold hate hath hear heart heaven Helicanus honest honour i'the king knight lady Lart look lord Timon lordship Lucullus Lychorida LYSIMACHUS Marina master MENENIUS Mitylene mother ne'er never noble o'the Pain patricians peace Pentapolis Pericles PHRYNIA Poet pr'ythee pray prince prince of Tyre Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE III.-The Senators Serv Servant SICINIUS Simonides speak sword tell Thai Thaisa thank Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thyself TITUS LARTIUS tongue tribunes Tyre unto VIRGILIA voices Volces VOLUMNIA What's worthy would'st
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Page 159 - Gold ? yellow, glittering, precious gold ? No, gods, I am no idle votarist. Roots, you clear heavens ! Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant.
Page 295 - I loved the maid I married ; never man Sigh'd truer breath ; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing ! more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.
Page 322 - You have won a happy victory to Rome : But, for your son, — believe it, O, believe it, Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Page 317 - What is that curt'sy worth, or those doves' eyes, Which can make gods forsworn? — I melt, and am not Of stronger earth than others. — My mother bows ; As if Olympus to a molehill should In supplication nod; and my young boy Hath an aspect of intercession, which Great nature cries, Deny not.