The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 2E. Moxon, 1857 |
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... eyes as other women do . Beat . What pace is this that thy tongue keeps ? Marg . Not a false gallop . Re - enter URSULA . Urs . Madam , withdraw : the prince , the count , Signior Benedick , Don John , and all the gallants of the town ...
... eyes as other women do . Beat . What pace is this that thy tongue keeps ? Marg . Not a false gallop . Re - enter URSULA . Urs . Madam , withdraw : the prince , the count , Signior Benedick , Don John , and all the gallants of the town ...
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... eyes : For , did I think thou wouldst not quickly die , Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy shames , Myself would , on the rearward ( 17 ) of reproaches , Strike at thy life . Griev'd I , I had but one ? Chid I for that at ...
... eyes : For , did I think thou wouldst not quickly die , Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy shames , Myself would , on the rearward ( 17 ) of reproaches , Strike at thy life . Griev'd I , I had but one ? Chid I for that at ...
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... eye and prospect of his soul , Than when she liv'd indeed ; then shall he mourn ( If ever love had interest in ... eyes , tongues , minds , and injuries . Bene . Signior Leonato , let the friar advise you : And though you know my ...
... eye and prospect of his soul , Than when she liv'd indeed ; then shall he mourn ( If ever love had interest in ... eyes , tongues , minds , and injuries . Bene . Signior Leonato , let the friar advise you : And though you know my ...
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... eyes : what your wisdoms could not discover , these shallow fools have brought to light ; who , in the night , overheard me confessing to this man , how Don John your brother incensed me to slander the Lady Hero ; how you were brought ...
... eyes : what your wisdoms could not discover , these shallow fools have brought to light ; who , in the night , overheard me confessing to this man , how Don John your brother incensed me to slander the Lady Hero ; how you were brought ...
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... eye of favour . Leon . That eye my daughter lent her : ' tis most true . Bene . And I do with an eye of love requite her . Leon . The sight whereof I think you had from me , From Claudio , and the prince : but what's your will ? Bene ...
... eye of favour . Leon . That eye my daughter lent her : ' tis most true . Bene . And I do with an eye of love requite her . Leon . The sight whereof I think you had from me , From Claudio , and the prince : but what's your will ? Bene ...
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Page 157 - Tu-whit, Tu-who'- A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl: Tu-who; Tu-whit, To-who'- A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 224 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream : it shall be called Bottom's Dream...
Page 363 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then, a soldier ; Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice, In fair round belly, with good capon...
Page 353 - When service should in my old limbs lie lame, And unregarded age in corners thrown. Take that ; and He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age ! Here is the gold ; All this I give you. Let me be your servant : Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood, Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty,...
Page 305 - But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this— That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation; we do pray for mercy, And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Page 226 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact : One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's...
Page 306 - I will be bound to pay it ten times o'er, On forfeit of my hands, my head, my heart : If this will not suffice, it must appear That malice bears down truth. And I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority : To do a great right, do a little wrong, And curb this cruel devil of his will.
Page 287 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell; I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
Page 359 - And then he drew a dial from his poke, ! And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, " It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see," quoth he, " How the world wags : 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Page 52 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours.