The Complete Works of William ShakespeareAmerican News Company, 1880 - 1097 pages |
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... maid or no ? Mir . But certainly a maid . Fer No wonder , sir ; My language ! heavens ! I am the best of them that speak this speech , Were I but where ' tis spoken . Pres . How ? the best ? 430 What wert thou , if the King of Naples ...
... maid or no ? Mir . But certainly a maid . Fer No wonder , sir ; My language ! heavens ! I am the best of them that speak this speech , Were I but where ' tis spoken . Pres . How ? the best ? 430 What wert thou , if the King of Naples ...
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... maid ; to be your fellow You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant , Whether you will or no . Fer . 80 My mistress , dearest , And I thus humble ever . Mir . My husband , then ? Fer . Ay , with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of ...
... maid ; to be your fellow You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant , Whether you will or no . Fer . 80 My mistress , dearest , And I thus humble ever . Mir . My husband , then ? Fer . Ay , with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of ...
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... maid , Whose vows are , that no bed - right shall be paid Till Hymen's torch be lighted ; but in vain : Mars's hot minion is return'd again ; Her waspish - headed son has broke his arrows , Swears he will shoot no more , but play with ...
... maid , Whose vows are , that no bed - right shall be paid Till Hymen's torch be lighted ; but in vain : Mars's hot minion is return'd again ; Her waspish - headed son has broke his arrows , Swears he will shoot no more , but play with ...
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... maid with whom thou Of roaring , shrieking , howling , jingling chains , wast at play ? Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours : Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us , And brought us thus together ? Fer . Sir , she is mortal ...
... maid with whom thou Of roaring , shrieking , howling , jingling chains , wast at play ? Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours : Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us , And brought us thus together ? Fer . Sir , she is mortal ...
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... maid , And would not force the letter to my view ! Since maids , in modesty , say ' no ' to that Which they would have the profferer construe ' ay . ' Fie , fie , how wayward is this foolish love That , like a testy babe , will scratch ...
... maid , And would not force the letter to my view ! Since maids , in modesty , say ' no ' to that Which they would have the profferer construe ' ay . ' Fie , fie , how wayward is this foolish love That , like a testy babe , will scratch ...
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Page 210 - 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.
Page 192 - If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. 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 villany you teach me, I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Page 8 - I" the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
Page 536 - God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day ; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Page 202 - 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...
Page 214 - 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 442 - 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 the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in *» Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly...
Page 181 - In sooth, I know not why I am so sad : It wearies me ; you say it wearies you ; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn ; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me. That I have much ado to know myself.
Page 193 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot, how nourished ? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell ; 70 I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
Page 422 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.