The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: With Historical and Analytical Prefaces, Comments, Critical and Explanatory Notes, Glossaries, and a Life of Shakespeare, Volume 2J. A. Hill, 1901 |
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... Claud . Fellow , why dost thou show me thus to the world ? Bear me to prison , where I am committed . Prov . I do it not in evil disposition , But from Lord Angelo by special charge . Claud . Thus can the demigod Authority Make us pay ...
... Claud . Fellow , why dost thou show me thus to the world ? Bear me to prison , where I am committed . Prov . I do it not in evil disposition , But from Lord Angelo by special charge . Claud . Thus can the demigod Authority Make us pay ...
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... Claud . One word , good friend . 140 Lucio , a word with you . Lucio . A hundred , if they ' ll do you any good . Is lechery so look'd after ? Claud . Thus stands it with me : upon a true contract I got possession of Julietta's bed ...
... Claud . One word , good friend . 140 Lucio , a word with you . Lucio . A hundred , if they ' ll do you any good . Is lechery so look'd after ? Claud . Thus stands it with me : upon a true contract I got possession of Julietta's bed ...
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... Claud . I thank you , good friend Lucio . Lucio . Within two hours . Claud . Come , officer , away ! [ Exeunt . Scene III . A monastery . Enter Duke and Friar Thomas . Duke . No , holy father ; throw away that thought ; Believe not that ...
... Claud . I thank you , good friend Lucio . Lucio . Within two hours . Claud . Come , officer , away ! [ Exeunt . Scene III . A monastery . Enter Duke and Friar Thomas . Duke . No , holy father ; throw away that thought ; Believe not that ...
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... Claud . The miserable have no other medicine But only hope : I've hope to live , and am prepared to die . Duke . Be absolute for death ; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter . Reason thus with life : If I do lose thee , I ...
... Claud . The miserable have no other medicine But only hope : I've hope to live , and am prepared to die . Duke . Be absolute for death ; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter . Reason thus with life : If I do lose thee , I ...
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... Claud . What's yet in this Yet in this life yet death we fear , 40 I humbly thank you . To sue to live , I find I seek to die ; And , seeking death , find life : let it come on . Isab . [ Within ] What , ho ! Peace here ; grace and good ...
... Claud . What's yet in this Yet in this life yet death we fear , 40 I humbly thank you . To sue to live , I find I seek to die ; And , seeking death , find life : let it come on . Isab . [ Within ] What , ho ! Peace here ; grace and good ...
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Page 67 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow; then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, 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...
Page 67 - With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Page 63 - How the world wags : 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Page 46 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Page 79 - Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, bring again ; Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, seal'd in vain.
Page 67 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, 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 lined, 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...
Page 54 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more ; Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into, Hey nonny, nonny.
Page 20 - That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. 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,...
Page 59 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.