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Good sister , wrong me not , nor wrong yourself , To make a bondmaid and a
slave of me ; That I disdain : but for these other gawds , Unbind my hands , I ' ll
pull them off myself , Yea , all my raiment , to my petticoat ; Or , what you will
command ...
Good sister , wrong me not , nor wrong yourself , To make a bondmaid and a
slave of me ; That I disdain : but for these other gawds , Unbind my hands , I ' ll
pull them off myself , Yea , all my raiment , to my petticoat ; Or , what you will
command ...
Page 264
If you did wed my sister for her wealth , Then , for her wealth ' s sake , use her
with more kindness : Or , if you like elsewhere , do it by stealth ; Muffle your false
love with some show of blindness : Let not my sister read it in your eye ; Be not
thy ...
If you did wed my sister for her wealth , Then , for her wealth ' s sake , use her
with more kindness : Or , if you like elsewhere , do it by stealth ; Muffle your false
love with some show of blindness : Let not my sister read it in your eye ; Be not
thy ...
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ving sister nage do do I declinthy note , Smother ' d in errors , feeble , shallow ,
weak , The folded meaning of your words ' deceit . Against my soul ' s pure truth
why labour you , To make it wander in an unknown field ? Are you a god ? would
...
ving sister nage do do I declinthy note , Smother ' d in errors , feeble , shallow ,
weak , The folded meaning of your words ' deceit . Against my soul ' s pure truth
why labour you , To make it wander in an unknown field ? Are you a god ? would
...
Page 266
All this my sister is , or else should be . Ant . S . Call thyself sister , sweet , for I aim
thee : Thee will I love , and with thee lead my life ; Thou hast no husband yet , nor
I no wife : Give me thy hand . 0 , soft , sir , hold you still ; I ' ll fetch my sister , to ...
All this my sister is , or else should be . Ant . S . Call thyself sister , sweet , for I aim
thee : Thee will I love , and with thee lead my life ; Thou hast no husband yet , nor
I no wife : Give me thy hand . 0 , soft , sir , hold you still ; I ' ll fetch my sister , to ...
Page 304
Adr . No , my good lord ; — myself , he , and my sister , To - day did dine together
: So befal my soul , As this is false , he burdens me withal ! Luc . Ne ' er may I look
on day , nor sleep on night , But she tells to your highness simple truth ! Ang . O ...
Adr . No , my good lord ; — myself , he , and my sister , To - day did dine together
: So befal my soul , As this is false , he burdens me withal ! Luc . Ne ' er may I look
on day , nor sleep on night , But she tells to your highness simple truth ! Ang . O ...
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Page 361 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Page 367 - Blood hath been shed ere now i' the olden time, Ere human statute purged the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear : the times have been, That when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end: but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools: this is more strange Than such a murder is.
Page 339 - 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 319 - 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 183 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock ; And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race ; This is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather : but The art itself is nature.
Page 368 - 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.
Page 325 - Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Page 182 - Say there be; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Page 338 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 338 - 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...
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| Title | The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, Volume 4 The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editors | George Steevens, Alexander Chalmers |
| Published | 1805 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 17 May 2006 |
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