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... gone , No , it begins again . ARIEL sings . Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and ...
... gone , No , it begins again . ARIEL sings . Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and ...
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... gone . Seb . Sir , you may thank yourself for this great loss ; [ daughter , That would not bless our Europe with your But rather lose her to an African ; Where she , at least , is banish'd from your eye , Who hath cause to wet the ...
... gone . Seb . Sir , you may thank yourself for this great loss ; [ daughter , That would not bless our Europe with your But rather lose her to an African ; Where she , at least , is banish'd from your eye , Who hath cause to wet the ...
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... gone . Seb . Ant . Who's the next heir of Naples ? Seb . Then tell me , Claribel . Ant . She that is queen of Tunis ; she that dwells Worthy Sebastian ? -O , what might ? -No And yet , methinks , I see it in thy face , What thou should ...
... gone . Seb . Ant . Who's the next heir of Naples ? Seb . Then tell me , Claribel . Ant . She that is queen of Tunis ; she that dwells Worthy Sebastian ? -O , what might ? -No And yet , methinks , I see it in thy face , What thou should ...
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... gone , He shall drink nought but brine ; for P'll not Where the quick freshest are . [ shew him Ste . Trinculo , run into no further danger : interrupt the monster one word further , and , by this hand , I'll turn my mercy out of doors ...
... gone , He shall drink nought but brine ; for P'll not Where the quick freshest are . [ shew him Ste . Trinculo , run into no further danger : interrupt the monster one word further , and , by this hand , I'll turn my mercy out of doors ...
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... gone ? [ than hate . Luc . That you may ruminate . [ Exit . Jul . And yet , I would I had o'erlook'd the letter . It were a shame to call her back again , And pray her to a fault for which I chid her . What fool is she , that knows I am ...
... gone ? [ than hate . Luc . That you may ruminate . [ Exit . Jul . And yet , I would I had o'erlook'd the letter . It were a shame to call her back again , And pray her to a fault for which I chid her . What fool is she , that knows I am ...
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Page 230 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, 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 everything.
Page vi - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Page 217 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Page 207 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me, I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Page 6 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Page 207 - He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million : laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies ; and what's his reason? I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?
Page 1 - No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Page 8 - The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 226 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.