Dramatic Works of ShakespeareWilliam Paterson, 1883 |
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... stand for your priviledges wee know : to read , and censure . Do so , but buy it first . That doth best commend a Booke , the Stationer saies . Then , how odde soever your braines be , or your wisdomes , make your license the same , and ...
... stand for your priviledges wee know : to read , and censure . Do so , but buy it first . That doth best commend a Booke , the Stationer saies . Then , how odde soever your braines be , or your wisdomes , make your license the same , and ...
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... stand fast good Fate to his hanging , make the rope of his destiny our cable , for our owne doth little advantage : If he be not borne to bee hang'd , our case is miserable . Enter Boteswaine . Exit . Botes . Downe with the top - Mast ...
... stand fast good Fate to his hanging , make the rope of his destiny our cable , for our owne doth little advantage : If he be not borne to bee hang'd , our case is miserable . Enter Boteswaine . Exit . Botes . Downe with the top - Mast ...
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... standing , speaking , moving : And yet so fast asleepe . Ant . Noble Sebastian , Thou let'st thy fortune sleepe : die rather wink'st Whiles thou art waking . Seb . Thou do'st snore distinctly , There's meaning in thy snores . Ant . I am ...
... standing , speaking , moving : And yet so fast asleepe . Ant . Noble Sebastian , Thou let'st thy fortune sleepe : die rather wink'st Whiles thou art waking . Seb . Thou do'st snore distinctly , There's meaning in thy snores . Ant . I am ...
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... put me to my slipper : But I feele not This Deity in my bosome : ' Twentie consciences That stand ' twixt me , and Millaine , candied be they , And melt ere they mollest : Heere lies your Brother 28 ACT II . The Tempest .
... put me to my slipper : But I feele not This Deity in my bosome : ' Twentie consciences That stand ' twixt me , and Millaine , candied be they , And melt ere they mollest : Heere lies your Brother 28 ACT II . The Tempest .
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... stand upon our guard ; Or that we quit this place : let's draw our weapons . Alo . Lead off this ground and let's make further search my poore sonne . For Gon . Heavens keepe him from these Beasts : For he is sure i'th Island . Alo ...
... stand upon our guard ; Or that we quit this place : let's draw our weapons . Alo . Lead off this ground and let's make further search my poore sonne . For Gon . Heavens keepe him from these Beasts : For he is sure i'th Island . Alo ...
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Страница 232 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are?
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Страница 396 - 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.
Страница 41 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Страница vi - Yet must I not give nature all; thy art, My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part; For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion; and that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, Such as thine are, and strike the second heat Upon the muses...