The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 6; Volume 70E. Moxon, 1857 |
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... hast had my purse As if the strings were thine , shouldst know of this , — Iago . ' Sblood , ( 1 ) but you will not hear me : - If ever I did dream of such a matter , Abhor me . Rod . Thou told'st me thou didst hold him in thy hate ...
... hast had my purse As if the strings were thine , shouldst know of this , — Iago . ' Sblood , ( 1 ) but you will not hear me : - If ever I did dream of such a matter , Abhor me . Rod . Thou told'st me thou didst hold him in thy hate ...
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... hast heard me say My daughter is not for thee ; and now , in madness , Being full of supper and distempering draughts , Upon malicious bravery , dost thou come To start my quiet . Rod . Sir , sir , sir , - Bra . But thou must needs be ...
... hast heard me say My daughter is not for thee ; and now , in madness , Being full of supper and distempering draughts , Upon malicious bravery , dost thou come To start my quiet . Rod . Sir , sir , sir , - Bra . But thou must needs be ...
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... hast thou stow'd my daughter ? Damn'd as thou art , thou hast enchanted her ; 12 [ ACT I. OTHELLO .
... hast thou stow'd my daughter ? Damn'd as thou art , thou hast enchanted her ; 12 [ ACT I. OTHELLO .
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... hast practis'd on her with foul charms ; Abus'd her delicate youth with drugs or minerals That weaken motion : ( 4 ) -I'll have ' t disputed on ; ' Tis probable , and palpable to thinking . I therefore apprehend and do attach thee For ...
... hast practis'd on her with foul charms ; Abus'd her delicate youth with drugs or minerals That weaken motion : ( 4 ) -I'll have ' t disputed on ; ' Tis probable , and palpable to thinking . I therefore apprehend and do attach thee For ...
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... hast already , with all my heart I would keep from thee . - For your sake , jewel , I am glad at soul I have no other child ; For thy escape would teach me tyranny , To hang clogs on them . - I have done , my lord . Duke . Let me speak ...
... hast already , with all my heart I would keep from thee . - For your sake , jewel , I am glad at soul I have no other child ; For thy escape would teach me tyranny , To hang clogs on them . - I have done , my lord . Duke . Let me speak ...
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Page 641 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of...
Page 597 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Page 101 - No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
Page 52 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Page 599 - FULL many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace...
Page 312 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Page 638 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Page 613 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before. In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time, that gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow; Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands...
Page 618 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life...
Page 635 - Even such a beauty as you master now. So all their praises are but prophecies Of this our time, all you prefiguring ; And, for they look'd but with divining eyes, They had not skill enough your worth to sing, For we which now behold these present days Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues...