The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Volume 3Dove, 1830 |
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... youth , That which I owe is lost : but if you please To shoot another arrow that self way Which you did shoot the first , I do not doubt , As I will watch the aim , or to find both , Or bring your latter hazard back again , And ...
... youth , That which I owe is lost : but if you please To shoot another arrow that self way Which you did shoot the first , I do not doubt , As I will watch the aim , or to find both , Or bring your latter hazard back again , And ...
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... youth , to skip o'er the meshes of good coun- sel the cripple . But this reasoning is not in the fashion to choose me a husband : -O me , the word choose ! I may neither choose whom I would , nor refuse whom I dislike ; so is the will ...
... youth , to skip o'er the meshes of good coun- sel the cripple . But this reasoning is not in the fashion to choose me a husband : -O me , the word choose ! I may neither choose whom I would , nor refuse whom I dislike ; so is the will ...
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... youth . I had rather be married to a death's head with a bone in his mouth , than to either of these . God defend me from these two ! Ner . How say you by the French lord , Monsieur Le Bon ? man . Por . God made him , and therefore let ...
... youth . I had rather be married to a death's head with a bone in his mouth , than to either of these . God defend me from these two ! Ner . How say you by the French lord , Monsieur Le Bon ? man . Por . God made him , and therefore let ...
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... youth of my new interest here Have power to bid you welcome : -By your leave , I bid my very friends and countrymen , Sweet Portia , welcome . Por . So do I , my lord ; They are entirely welcome . Lor . I thank your honour : -For my ...
... youth of my new interest here Have power to bid you welcome : -By your leave , I bid my very friends and countrymen , Sweet Portia , welcome . Por . So do I , my lord ; They are entirely welcome . Lor . I thank your honour : -For my ...
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... youth and tell quaint lies , How honourable ladies sought my love , Which I denying , they fell sick and died ; I could not do withal ; then I'll repent , And wish , for all that , that I had not kill'd them : And twenty of these puny ...
... youth and tell quaint lies , How honourable ladies sought my love , Which I denying , they fell sick and died ; I could not do withal ; then I'll repent , And wish , for all that , that I had not kill'd them : And twenty of these puny ...
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Page 411 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids...
Page 119 - And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Page 40 - Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,...
Page 239 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Page 410 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Page 47 - But now I was the lord Of this fair mansion, master of my servants, Queen o'er myself; and even now, but now, This house, these servants, and this same myself, Are yours- my lord's. I give them with this ring...
Page 349 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such, a woman oweth to her husband : And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, And, not obedient to his honest will, What is she, but a foul contending rebel, And graceless traitor to her loving lord ? — I am asham'd, that women are so simple To offer war, where they should kneel for peace ; Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
Page 115 - 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 64 - 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 360 - Can thy dam? — may't be? Affection! thy intention stabs the centre: Thou dost make possible things not so held, Communicat'st with dreams; — how can this be? — With what's unreal thou co-active art, And fellow'st nothing: then 'tis very credent...