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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... thou hast aboard . Re - enter Boatswain . Boats . Down with the topmast ; yare ; lower , lower ; bring her to try with main - course . A cry within . ] A plague upon this howling they are louder than the weather , or our office . Re ...
... thou hast aboard . Re - enter Boatswain . Boats . Down with the topmast ; yare ; lower , lower ; bring her to try with main - course . A cry within . ] A plague upon this howling they are louder than the weather , or our office . Re ...
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... thou bad'st me , In troops I have dispers'd them ' bout the isle : The king's son have I landed by myself ; Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs , In an odd angle of the isle , and sitting ... hast thou forgot her S [ ACT L TEMPEST .
... thou bad'st me , In troops I have dispers'd them ' bout the isle : The king's son have I landed by myself ; Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs , In an odd angle of the isle , and sitting ... hast thou forgot her S [ ACT L TEMPEST .
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... thou hast been , Which thou forgett'st . This damn'd witch , Sycorax , For mischiefs manifold , and sorceries terrible To enter human hearing , from Argier , Thou know'st , was banish'd ; for one thing she did They would not take her ...
... thou hast been , Which thou forgett'st . This damn'd witch , Sycorax , For mischiefs manifold , and sorceries terrible To enter human hearing , from Argier , Thou know'st , was banish'd ; for one thing she did They would not take her ...
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... thou hast slept well ; Awake ! Mira . The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me . Pro . We'll visit Caliban , my slave , who never Yields us kind answer . Mira . Shake it off : Come on ; ' T is a villain , sir , But , as ' t is ...
... thou hast slept well ; Awake ! Mira . The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me . Pro . We'll visit Caliban , my slave , who never Yields us kind answer . Mira . Shake it off : Come on ; ' T is a villain , sir , But , as ' t is ...
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... Thou hast done well , fine Ariel ! -Follow me.— Hark , what thou else shalt do me . Mira . [ To FERD . and MIR . [ To ARIEL . Be of comfort ; My father's of a better nature , sir , Than he appears by speech ; this is unwonted , Which ...
... Thou hast done well , fine Ariel ! -Follow me.— Hark , what thou else shalt do me . Mira . [ To FERD . and MIR . [ To ARIEL . Be of comfort ; My father's of a better nature , sir , Than he appears by speech ; this is unwonted , Which ...
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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.