Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure. Comedy of errors. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lost. Midsummer night's dream. Merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night. A winter's tale. King John. King Richard II. First and second parts of King Henry IV. King Henry V. First and second parts of King Henry VIG. Routledge & sons, limited, 1875 |
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... souls ! they perish'd . Had I been any god of power , I would Have sunk the sea within the earth , or e'er It should ... soul- No , not so much perdition as an hair , Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard'st cry , which ...
... souls ! they perish'd . Had I been any god of power , I would Have sunk the sea within the earth , or e'er It should ... soul- No , not so much perdition as an hair , Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard'st cry , which ...
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... soul herself [ wise Weigh'd , between lothness and obedience , at Which end o ' the beam she'd bow . We have lost I fear , for ever : Milan and Naples have [ your son , More widows in them of this business ' making , Than we bring men ...
... soul herself [ wise Weigh'd , between lothness and obedience , at Which end o ' the beam she'd bow . We have lost I fear , for ever : Milan and Naples have [ your son , More widows in them of this business ' making , Than we bring men ...
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... soul , but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd , And put it to the foil : But you , O you , So perfect , and so peerless , are created Of every creature's best . Mira . I do not know One of my sex ; no woman's ...
... soul , but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd , And put it to the foil : But you , O you , So perfect , and so peerless , are created Of every creature's best . Mira . I do not know One of my sex ; no woman's ...
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... soul - confirming oaths . I cannot leave to love , and yet I do ; But there I leave to love , where I should love . Julia I lose , and Valentine I lose : If I keep them , I needs must lose myself ; If I lose them , thus find I by their ...
... soul - confirming oaths . I cannot leave to love , and yet I do ; But there I leave to love , where I should love . Julia I lose , and Valentine I lose : If I keep them , I needs must lose myself ; If I lose them , thus find I by their ...
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... soul's Pity the dearth that I have pined in , By longing for that food so long a time . Didst thou but know the inly touch of love , Thou would'st as soon go kindle fire with snow , As seek to quench the fire of love with words . Luc ...
... soul's Pity the dearth that I have pined in , By longing for that food so long a time . Didst thou but know the inly touch of love , Thou would'st as soon go kindle fire with snow , As seek to quench the fire of love with words . Luc ...
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Page 374 - Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; But you, at your sick service, had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love, And call it cunning. Do, an' if you will ; If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, Why, then you must.
Page 223 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...