The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 3E. Moxon, 1857 |
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... Enter VALENTINE . How now ! what news from her ? Val . So please my lord , I might not be admitted ; But from her handmaid do return this answer : The element itself , till seven years ' heat , Shall not behold her face at ample view ...
... Enter VALENTINE . How now ! what news from her ? Val . So please my lord , I might not be admitted ; But from her handmaid do return this answer : The element itself , till seven years ' heat , Shall not behold her face at ample view ...
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... Enter Duke , CURIO , and Attendants . Duke . Who saw Cesario , ho ? Vio . On your attendance , my lord ; here . Duke . Stand you awhile aloof . - Cesario , Thou know'st no less but all ; I have unclasp'd To thee the book even of my ...
... Enter Duke , CURIO , and Attendants . Duke . Who saw Cesario , ho ? Vio . On your attendance , my lord ; here . Duke . Stand you awhile aloof . - Cesario , Thou know'st no less but all ; I have unclasp'd To thee the book even of my ...
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... Enter MARIA and Clown . Mar. Nay , either tell me where thou hast been , or I will not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter in way of thy excuse : my lady will hang thee for thy absence . Clo . Let her hang me : he that is well ...
... Enter MARIA and Clown . Mar. Nay , either tell me where thou hast been , or I will not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter in way of thy excuse : my lady will hang thee for thy absence . Clo . Let her hang me : he that is well ...
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... Enter Sir TOBY BELCH . Oli . By mine honour , half drunk . - What is he at the gate , cousin ? Sir To . A gentleman . Oli . A gentleman ! what gentleman ? Sir To . ' Tis a gentleman here - a plague o ' these pickle- herring ! -How now ...
... Enter Sir TOBY BELCH . Oli . By mine honour , half drunk . - What is he at the gate , cousin ? Sir To . A gentleman . Oli . A gentleman ! what gentleman ? Sir To . ' Tis a gentleman here - a plague o ' these pickle- herring ! -How now ...
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... enter MARIA . Oli . Give me my veil : come , throw it o'er my face . We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy . Enter VIOLA . [ Exit . Vio . The honourable lady of the house , which is she ? Oli . Speak to me ; I shall answer for her ...
... enter MARIA . Oli . Give me my veil : come , throw it o'er my face . We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy . Enter VIOLA . [ Exit . Vio . The honourable lady of the house , which is she ? Oli . Speak to me ; I shall answer for her ...
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Page 313 - Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd, All murder'd— for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court; and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp; Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks; Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through...
Page 493 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee...
Page 496 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Page 171 - Start not ; her actions shall be holy as You hear my spell is lawful : do not shun her Until you see her die again; for then You kill her double. Nay, present your hand: When she was young you woo'd her; now in age Is she become the suitor?1 LEON.
Page 587 - That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot! Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry, "God...
Page 72 - Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.