The Plays of William Shakspeare: Sketch of the life of Shakspeare. Tempest ; Two gentlemen of Verona ; Merry wives of Windsor ; Twelfth-night ; Measure for measureJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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... Prov . I do it not in evil disposition , But from lord Angelo by special charge . Claud . Thus can the demi - god , Authority , Make us pay down for our offence by weight.- VOL . I. * Gaoler . The words of heaven ; -on whom it will ...
... Prov . I do it not in evil disposition , But from lord Angelo by special charge . Claud . Thus can the demi - god , Authority , Make us pay down for our offence by weight.- VOL . I. * Gaoler . The words of heaven ; -on whom it will ...
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... Prov . Here , if it like your honour . Ang . See that Claudio Be executed by nine to - morrow morning : Bring him his confessor , let him be prepar'd ; For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage . [ Erit Provost . Escal . Well , heaven ...
... Prov . Here , if it like your honour . Ang . See that Claudio Be executed by nine to - morrow morning : Bring him his confessor , let him be prepar'd ; For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage . [ Erit Provost . Escal . Well , heaven ...
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... Prov . Pray you , do . [ Erit Servant . ] I'll know His pleasure ; may be , he will relent : Alas , He hath but as offended in a dream ! All sects , all ages , smack of this vice ; and he To die for it ! Ang . Enter Angelo . Now ...
... Prov . Pray you , do . [ Erit Servant . ] I'll know His pleasure ; may be , he will relent : Alas , He hath but as offended in a dream ! All sects , all ages , smack of this vice ; and he To die for it ! Ang . Enter Angelo . Now ...
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... Prov . Go to ; let that be mine ; I crave your honour's pardon.— What shall be done , sir , with the groaning Juliet ? She's very near her hour . Ang . Dispose of her To some more fitter place ; and that with speed , Re - enter Servant ...
... Prov . Go to ; let that be mine ; I crave your honour's pardon.— What shall be done , sir , with the groaning Juliet ? She's very near her hour . Ang . Dispose of her To some more fitter place ; and that with speed , Re - enter Servant ...
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... Prov . Heaven give thee moving graces ! Ang . Condemn the fault , and not the actor of it ! Why , every fault's condemn'd , ere it be done : Mine were the very cipher of a function , To find the faults , whose fine stand in record , And ...
... Prov . Heaven give thee moving graces ! Ang . Condemn the fault , and not the actor of it ! Why , every fault's condemn'd , ere it be done : Mine were the very cipher of a function , To find the faults , whose fine stand in record , And ...
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Page 28 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Page 270 - tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure : In delay there lies no plenty, Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure. Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight. Sir To. A contagious breath. Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i
Page 17 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me and mad'st much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Page 328 - 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...
Page 372 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling...
Page 27 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
Page 277 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Page 18 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.