Dramatic Works of ShakespeareWilliam Paterson, 1883 |
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... wife and children , Farewell brother : we split , we split , we split . Anth . Let's all sinke with ' King . Seb . Let's take leave of him . Exit . Gonz . Now would I give a thousand furlongs of Sea , for an Acre of barren ground : Long ...
... wife and children , Farewell brother : we split , we split , we split . Anth . Let's all sinke with ' King . Seb . Let's take leave of him . Exit . Gonz . Now would I give a thousand furlongs of Sea , for an Acre of barren ground : Long ...
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... wife , The Masters of some Merchant , and the Merchant Have just our Theame of woe ; but for the miracle , ( I meane our preservation ) few in millions Can speake like us : then wisely ( good Sir ) weigh Our sorrow , with our comfort ...
... wife , The Masters of some Merchant , and the Merchant Have just our Theame of woe ; but for the miracle , ( I meane our preservation ) few in millions Can speake like us : then wisely ( good Sir ) weigh Our sorrow , with our comfort ...
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... wife , if you will marrie me ; If not , Ile die your maid : to be your fellow You may denie me , but Ile be your servant Whether you will or no . Fer . And I thus humble ever . Mir . My Mistris ( deerest ) My husband then ? Fer . I ...
... wife , if you will marrie me ; If not , Ile die your maid : to be your fellow You may denie me , but Ile be your servant Whether you will or no . Fer . And I thus humble ever . Mir . My Mistris ( deerest ) My husband then ? Fer . I ...
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... wife of Jupiter : Who , with thy saffron wings , upon my flowres Diffusest hony drops , refreshing showres , And with each end of thy blew bowe do'st crowne My boskie acres , and my unshrubd downe , Enter Ceres . Rich scarph to my proud ...
... wife of Jupiter : Who , with thy saffron wings , upon my flowres Diffusest hony drops , refreshing showres , And with each end of thy blew bowe do'st crowne My boskie acres , and my unshrubd downe , Enter Ceres . Rich scarph to my proud ...
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... wife Makes this place Paradise . Pro . Sweet now , silence : Juno and Ceres whisper seriously , There's something else to doe : hush , and be mute Or else our spell is mar'd . They Sing . Juno and Ceres whisper , and send Iris on ...
... wife Makes this place Paradise . Pro . Sweet now , silence : Juno and Ceres whisper seriously , There's something else to doe : hush , and be mute Or else our spell is mar'd . They Sing . Juno and Ceres whisper , and send Iris on ...
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Страница 235 - O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint, With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous Is that temptation that doth goad us on To sin in loving virtue.
Страница 13 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
Страница 29 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Страница 55 - With his own bolt : the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake ; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar : graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth By my so potent art.
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?
Страница 247 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
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...