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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... NIGHT'S DREAM THE MERCHANT OF VENICE AS YOU LIKE IT : : TAMING OF THE SHREW ... ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL : ... : : ... : 931 1889a v . I PAGE I 48 94 ... 146 ... 203 ... 241 : ... 293 351 ... : 397 : ... 453 508 : ... 565 625 675 ...
... NIGHT'S DREAM THE MERCHANT OF VENICE AS YOU LIKE IT : : TAMING OF THE SHREW ... ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL : ... : : ... : 931 1889a v . I PAGE I 48 94 ... 146 ... 203 ... 241 : ... 293 351 ... : 397 : ... 453 508 : ... 565 625 675 ...
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... night thou shalt have cramps , Side - stitches that shall pen thy breath up ; urchins Shall , for that vast of night that they may work , All exercise on thee : thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycomb , each pinch more stinging Than ...
... night thou shalt have cramps , Side - stitches that shall pen thy breath up ; urchins Shall , for that vast of night that they may work , All exercise on thee : thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycomb , each pinch more stinging Than ...
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... night ; For , now they are oppress'd with travel , they Will not , nor cannot , use such vigilance , As when they are fresh . Seb . I say , to - night : no more . Solemn and strange music ; and PROSPERO above , invisible . Enter several ...
... night ; For , now they are oppress'd with travel , they Will not , nor cannot , use such vigilance , As when they are fresh . Seb . I say , to - night : no more . Solemn and strange music ; and PROSPERO above , invisible . Enter several ...
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... night kept chain'd below . Pro . Fairly spoke : Sit then , and talk with her , she is thine own.— What , Ariel ; my industrious servant , Ariel ! Ari . Enter ARIEL . What would my potent master ? here I am . Pro . Thou and thy meaner ...
... night kept chain'd below . Pro . Fairly spoke : Sit then , and talk with her , she is thine own.— What , Ariel ; my industrious servant , Ariel ! Ari . Enter ARIEL . What would my potent master ? here I am . Pro . Thou and thy meaner ...
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... night , he meaneth with a corded ladder To climb celestial Silvia's chamber - window ; Myself in counsel , his competitor : Now presently I'll give her father notice Of their disguising , and pretended flight ; Who , all enraged , will ...
... night , he meaneth with a corded ladder To climb celestial Silvia's chamber - window ; Myself in counsel , his competitor : Now presently I'll give her father notice Of their disguising , and pretended flight ; Who , all enraged , will ...
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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.