The dramatic works of William Shakspere, from the text of Johnson, Stevens [sic] & Reed, with glossarial notes, his life, etc. by N. Rowe |
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... stay for you . A word with you , coz : marry , this , coz ; There is , as ' twere , a tender , a kind of tender , made afar off by Sir Hugh here ; -Do you un- derstand me ? Slen . Ay , Sir , you shall find me reasonable ; if it be so ...
... stay for you . A word with you , coz : marry , this , coz ; There is , as ' twere , a tender , a kind of tender , made afar off by Sir Hugh here ; -Do you un- derstand me ? Slen . Ay , Sir , you shall find me reasonable ; if it be so ...
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... stay long . What , John Rugby ! John , what , John , I say ! -Go , John , go inquire for my master ; I doubt , he be not well , that he comes not home : -and down , down , adown - a , & c . [ Sings . Enter Doctor CAIUS . Caius . Vat is ...
... stay long . What , John Rugby ! John , what , John , I say ! -Go , John , go inquire for my master ; I doubt , he be not well , that he comes not home : -and down , down , adown - a , & c . [ Sings . Enter Doctor CAIUS . Caius . Vat is ...
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... Stay : I pr'ythee , tell me , what thou think'st of me . Vio . That you do think , you are not what you are . Oli . If I think so , I think the same of you . Vio . Then think you right ; I am not what I am . Oli . I would , you were as ...
... Stay : I pr'ythee , tell me , what thou think'st of me . Vio . That you do think , you are not what you are . Oli . If I think so , I think the same of you . Vio . Then think you right ; I am not what I am . Oli . I would , you were as ...
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... stays my coming ; answer not ; The tide is now : nay not the tide of tears ; That tide will stay me longer than I should ; [ Exit JULIA . Julia , farewell . - What ! gone without a word ? Ay , so true love should do : it cannot speak ...
... stays my coming ; answer not ; The tide is now : nay not the tide of tears ; That tide will stay me longer than I should ; [ Exit JULIA . Julia , farewell . - What ! gone without a word ? Ay , so true love should do : it cannot speak ...
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... stays to bear my letters to my friends , And I am going to deliver them . Duke . Be they of much import ? Vul . The tenor of them doth but signify My health , and happy being at your court . Duke . Nay , then no matter ; stay with me a ...
... stays to bear my letters to my friends , And I am going to deliver them . Duke . Be they of much import ? Vul . The tenor of them doth but signify My health , and happy being at your court . Duke . Nay , then no matter ; stay with me a ...
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Alençon arms art thou Banquo Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin daughter dear death doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Isab Kath king knave lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Macb Macbeth Macd madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress Moth never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Petruchio Pist Poins Pompey pr'ythee pray prince Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier SCENE Shal shame signior Sir John Sir John Falstaff soul speak swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto What's wife wilt word
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Page 449 - On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object: can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt? O pardon! since a crooked figure may Attest in little place a million; And let us, ciphers to this great accompt, On your imaginary forces work.
Page 214 - Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice, In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd, With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances * ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward...
Page 452 - Creatures that, by a rule in nature, teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts : Where some, like magistrates, correct at home ; Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad ; Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds ; Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor : Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold ; The civil citizens kneading up...
Page 199 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Page 63 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Page 214 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Page 356 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Page 186 - For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat, dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say Shylock, we would have moneys...