The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Volume 2Dove, 1830 |
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... pray thee , and I'll pay thee bounteously , Conceal me what I am ; and be my aid For such disguise as , haply , shall become The form of my intent . I'll serve this duke : Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him , It may be worth thy ...
... pray thee , and I'll pay thee bounteously , Conceal me what I am ; and be my aid For such disguise as , haply , shall become The form of my intent . I'll serve this duke : Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him , It may be worth thy ...
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... pray you , bring your hand to the buttery - bar , and let it drink . 1 like a parish - top . ] A large top was formerly kept in every village , to be whipped in frosty weather , that the peasants might be kept warm by exer- cise , and ...
... pray you , bring your hand to the buttery - bar , and let it drink . 1 like a parish - top . ] A large top was formerly kept in every village , to be whipped in frosty weather , that the peasants might be kept warm by exer- cise , and ...
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... pray you ; he speaks nothing but madman : Fye on him ! [ Exit MARIA . ] Go you , Malvolio : if it be a suit from the count , I am sick , or not at home ; what you will , to dismiss it . [ Exit MALVOLIO . ] Now you see , sir , how your ...
... pray you ; he speaks nothing but madman : Fye on him ! [ Exit MARIA . ] Go you , Malvolio : if it be a suit from the count , I am sick , or not at home ; what you will , to dismiss it . [ Exit MALVOLIO . ] Now you see , sir , how your ...
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... pray you , tell me , if this be the lady of the house , for I never saw her : I would be loath to cast away my speech ; for , besides that it is excellently well penn'd , I have taken great pains to con it . Good beauties , let me ...
... pray you , tell me , if this be the lady of the house , for I never saw her : I would be loath to cast away my speech ; for , besides that it is excellently well penn'd , I have taken great pains to con it . Good beauties , let me ...
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... pray you , keep it in . I heard , you were saucy at my gates ; and allowed your approach , rather to wonder at you than to hear you . If you be not mad , be gone ; if you have reason , be brief : ' tis not that time of moon with me , to ...
... pray you , keep it in . I heard , you were saucy at my gates ; and allowed your approach , rather to wonder at you than to hear you . If you be not mad , be gone ; if you have reason , be brief : ' tis not that time of moon with me , to ...
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Page 265 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres. To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 82 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues ; nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use.
Page 3 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Page 260 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Page 31 - 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 25 - O, mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear ; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Page 402 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo : O word of fear, Uupleasing to a married ear!
Page 303 - The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation, and a name.
Page 335 - Biron they call him : but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest, Which his fair tongue — conceit's expositor — Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Page 102 - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, ^~ Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace As mercy does.