Works: Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure. Comedy of errors. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lost. A midsummer-night's dream. The merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night, or What you will. Winter's tale. King JohnG. Routledge, 1889 |
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... Hear a little further , And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us ; without the which , this story Were most impertinent . Mira . That hour destroy us ? Pro . Wherefore did they not Well demanded , wench ; My ...
... Hear a little further , And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us ; without the which , this story Were most impertinent . Mira . That hour destroy us ? Pro . Wherefore did they not Well demanded , wench ; My ...
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... hear them , -ding - dong , beil . Fer . The ditty does remember my drown'd father : - This is no mortal business , nor no sound That the earth owes : -I hear it now above me . Pro . The fringed curtains of thine eye advance , And say ...
... hear them , -ding - dong , beil . Fer . The ditty does remember my drown'd father : - This is no mortal business , nor no sound That the earth owes : -I hear it now above me . Pro . The fringed curtains of thine eye advance , And say ...
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... hear thee speak of Naples : He does hear me ; And that he does I weep : myself am Naples ; Who with mine eyes , never since at ebb , beheld The king my father wrack'd . Mira . Alack , for mercy ! Fer . Yes , faith , and all his lords ...
... hear thee speak of Naples : He does hear me ; And that he does I weep : myself am Naples ; Who with mine eyes , never since at ebb , beheld The king my father wrack'd . Mira . Alack , for mercy ! Fer . Yes , faith , and all his lords ...
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... hear me , And yet I needs must curse . But they'll nor pinch , Fright me with urchin shows , pitch me i ' the mire , Nor lead me , like a fire - brand , in the dark Out of my way , unless he bid them ; but For every trifle are they set ...
... hear me , And yet I needs must curse . But they'll nor pinch , Fright me with urchin shows , pitch me i ' the mire , Nor lead me , like a fire - brand , in the dark Out of my way , unless he bid them ; but For every trifle are they set ...
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... hear me call . Ari . Well , I conceive . Pro . Look , thou be true : do not give dalliance Too much the rein : the strongest oaths are straw To the fire i ' the blood : be more abstemious , Or else good night your vow ! Fer . I warrant ...
... hear me call . Ari . Well , I conceive . Pro . Look , thou be true : do not give dalliance Too much the rein : the strongest oaths are straw To the fire i ' the blood : be more abstemious , Or else good night your vow ! Fer . I warrant ...
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Page 793 - O, let us pay the time but needful woe, Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. — This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 464 - 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 not 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.