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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... hour , if it so hap . Cheerly , good hearts . - Out of our way , I say . [ Exit . Gon . I have great comfort from this fellow methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him ; his complexion is perfect gallows . Stand fast , good fate , to ...
... hour , if it so hap . Cheerly , good hearts . - Out of our way , I say . [ Exit . Gon . I have great comfort from this fellow methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him ; his complexion is perfect gallows . Stand fast , good fate , to ...
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... hour's now come ; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear ; Obey , and be attentive . Canst thou remember A time before we came unto this cell ? I do not think thou canst ; for then thou wast not VOL . I. A 2 Out three years old . Mira ...
... hour's now come ; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear ; Obey , and be attentive . Canst thou remember A time before we came unto this cell ? I do not think thou canst ; for then thou wast not VOL . I. A 2 Out three years old . Mira ...
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... hour destroy us ? Pro . Wherefore did they not Well demanded , wench ; My tale provokes that question . Dear , they ... hours , and tutors not so careful . Mira . Heavens thank you for ' t ! And TEMPEST . [ ( ACT L.
... hour destroy us ? Pro . Wherefore did they not Well demanded , wench ; My tale provokes that question . Dear , they ... hours , and tutors not so careful . Mira . Heavens thank you for ' t ! And TEMPEST . [ ( ACT L.
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... hour One thing or other ; when thou didst not , savage , Know thine own meaning , but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish , I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known : But thy vile race , Though thou didst learn , had ...
... hour One thing or other ; when thou didst not , savage , Know thine own meaning , but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish , I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known : But thy vile race , Though thou didst learn , had ...
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... hour . Seb . Thy case , dear friend , Shall be my precedent ; as thou gott'st Milan , I'll come by Naples . Draw thy sword : one stroke Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st ; And I the king shall love thee . Ant . And when ...
... hour . Seb . Thy case , dear friend , Shall be my precedent ; as thou gott'st Milan , I'll come by Naples . Draw thy sword : one stroke Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st ; And I the king shall love thee . Ant . And when ...
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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.