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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... stand ' twixt me and Milan , candied be they , And melt , ere they molest ! Here lies your brother , No better than the earth he lies upon , If he were that which now he ' s like , that's dead ; Whom I , with this obedient steel , three ...
... stand ' twixt me and Milan , candied be they , And melt , ere they molest ! Here lies your brother , No better than the earth he lies upon , If he were that which now he ' s like , that's dead ; Whom I , with this obedient steel , three ...
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... stand upon our guard ; Or that we quit this place : let's draw our weapons . Alon . Lead off this ground ; and let's make further search For my poor son . Gon . Heavens keep him from these beasts ! For he is , sure , i ' the island ...
... stand upon our guard ; Or that we quit this place : let's draw our weapons . Alon . Lead off this ground ; and let's make further search For my poor son . Gon . Heavens keep him from these beasts ! For he is , sure , i ' the island ...
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... stand , and so shall Trinculo . Enter ARIEL , invisible . Cal . As I told thee before , I am subject to a tyrant ; a sorcerer , that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island . Ari . Thou liest . Cal . Thou liest , thou jesting ...
... stand , and so shall Trinculo . Enter ARIEL , invisible . Cal . As I told thee before , I am subject to a tyrant ; a sorcerer , that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island . Ari . Thou liest . Cal . Thou liest , thou jesting ...
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... stand further off . Cal . Beat him enough : after a little time , I'll beat him too . Ste . Stand further . - Come , proceed . Cal . Why , as I told thee , ' t is a custom with him I ' the afternoon to sleep : there thou may'st brain ...
... stand further off . Cal . Beat him enough : after a little time , I'll beat him too . Ste . Stand further . - Come , proceed . Cal . Why , as I told thee , ' t is a custom with him I ' the afternoon to sleep : there thou may'st brain ...
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... stand to , and feed , Alon . Although my last no matter , since I feel The best is past : -Brother , my lord the duke , Stand to , and do as we . Thunder and lightning . Enter ARIEL like a harpy ; claps his wings upon the table , and ...
... stand to , and feed , Alon . Although my last no matter , since I feel The best is past : -Brother , my lord the duke , Stand to , and do as we . Thunder and lightning . Enter ARIEL like a harpy ; claps his wings upon the table , and ...
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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.