Shakspeare's Measure for Measure: A ComedyJ. Ridgway, and sold in the Theatre, 1803 - 68 pages |
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... shame . Ang . Then must your brother die . Isab . And ' t were the cheaper way : Better it were , a brother died at once , Than that a sister , by redeeming him , Should die for ever . Ang . Were not you then as cruel as the sentence ...
... shame . Ang . Then must your brother die . Isab . And ' t were the cheaper way : Better it were , a brother died at once , Than that a sister , by redeeming him , Should die for ever . Ang . Were not you then as cruel as the sentence ...
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... Why give you me this shame ? If I must die , I will encounter darkness as a bride , And hug it in my arms . Isab . There spake my brother ! there my father's grave : Did utter forth a voice ! Yes , thou must MEASURE FOR MEASURE . 31.
... Why give you me this shame ? If I must die , I will encounter darkness as a bride , And hug it in my arms . Isab . There spake my brother ! there my father's grave : Did utter forth a voice ! Yes , thou must MEASURE FOR MEASURE . 31.
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... shame ? Take my defiance : Die ; perish ! might but my bending down Reprieve thee from thy fate , it should proceed : I'll pray a thousand prayers for thy death , No word to save thee . Claud . Nay , hear me , Isabel . Isab . O , fie ...
... shame ? Take my defiance : Die ; perish ! might but my bending down Reprieve thee from thy fate , it should proceed : I'll pray a thousand prayers for thy death , No word to save thee . Claud . Nay , hear me , Isabel . Isab . O , fie ...
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... Shame to him , whose cruel striking Kills for faults of his own liking ! Twice treble shame on Angelo , To weed my vice , and let his grow ! O , what may man within him hide , Though angel on the outward side ! - Craft against vice I ...
... Shame to him , whose cruel striking Kills for faults of his own liking ! Twice treble shame on Angelo , To weed my vice , and let his grow ! O , what may man within him hide , Though angel on the outward side ! - Craft against vice I ...
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... shame Will not proclaim against her maiden loss , How might she tongue me ? He should have liv'd , Save that his riotous youth , with dangerous sense , Might , in the times to come , have ta'en revenge , By so receiving a dishonour'd ...
... shame Will not proclaim against her maiden loss , How might she tongue me ? He should have liv'd , Save that his riotous youth , with dangerous sense , Might , in the times to come , have ta'en revenge , By so receiving a dishonour'd ...
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Abhor ABHORSON Apparitors Art thou Barnar believe beseech betimes brother caitiff carry'd Claud Claudio condemn'd death deputy diest dost thou doth duke's ELBOW END OF ACT Enter ESCALUS Enter ISABELLA Enter LUCIO Enter Provost Enter the Duke Escal Exeunt ISABELLA Exeunt the Duke Exit Provost Exit THOMAS fare father fault fear fellow FREDERICK Friar PETER gentle gentleman give grace gracious hang'd head hear heard heart heaven here's hither Holborn holy husband Isab Isabel justice kneel LEOPOLD Little Queen Look lord Angelo maid Mari MARIANA marry master Froth MEASURE FOR MEASURE mercy noble offence Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prayers prepar'd prince prison Prov SCENE shame signior Sirrah sister slander soul speak strange tapster thee thing thou art thou hast Tipstaves to-morrow tongue truely varlet Vienna villain warrant What's whipp'd wife woman word wrong'd
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Page 30 - Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life : — If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep : a breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences, That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.
Page 30 - Thou hast nor youth, nor age; But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both : for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms Of palsied eld; and when thou art old, and rich, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this, That bears the name of life? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths : yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even.
Page 32 - 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 regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Page 19 - That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom ; Knock there ; and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault ; if it confess A natural guiltiness such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life.
Page 15 - We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Page 11 - From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty : As surfeit is the father of much fast, So every scope by the immoderate use Turns to restraint. Our natures do pursue, Like rats that ravin down their proper bane, A thirsty evil ; and when we drink we die.
Page 65 - Isabel, Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me : Hold up your hands, say nothing, I'll speak all. They say, best men are moulded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad : so may my husband.
Page 41 - He who the sword of heaven will bear, Should be as holy as severe ; Pattern in himself to know, Grace to stand, and virtue go ; More nor less to others paying, Than by self-offences weighing.
Page 19 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, petty officer Would use his heaven for thunder: nothing but thunder.
Page 33 - Ne'er issued from his blood. Take my defiance ; Die ; perish ! might but my bending down Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed...