The Plays of Shakspeare, Volume 1Hurst, Robinson, and Company, 1819 |
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... thou say'st , were we heav'd ( So dry he was for sway ) with the king of ... Dost hear ? Mira . Your tale , sir , would cure deafness . Pro . To have no ... Dost thou attend me ? Mira . Sir , most heedfully . Pro . Being once perfected ...
... thou say'st , were we heav'd ( So dry he was for sway ) with the king of ... Dost hear ? Mira . Your tale , sir , would cure deafness . Pro . To have no ... Dost thou attend me ? Mira . Sir , most heedfully . Pro . Being once perfected ...
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... thou dost give me pains , Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd , Which is not yet perform'd me . Pro . How now ? moody ? What is't thou can'st demand ? Ari . My liberty . Pro . Before the time be out ? no more . Ari . I pray ...
... thou dost give me pains , Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd , Which is not yet perform'd me . Pro . How now ? moody ? What is't thou can'st demand ? Ari . My liberty . Pro . Before the time be out ? no more . Ari . I pray ...
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... thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honey - combs , each pinch more stinging ... dost unwillingly What I command , I'll rack thee with old cramps ; Fill all ... thou seest yond ' . Mira . What is't ? a spirit ? Lord , how it looks about ...
... thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honey - combs , each pinch more stinging ... dost unwillingly What I command , I'll rack thee with old cramps ; Fill all ... thou seest yond ' . Mira . What is't ? a spirit ? Lord , how it looks about ...
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... Thou dost me yet but little hurt ; thou wilt Anon , I know it by thy trembling : Now Prosper works upon thee . Ste . Come on your ways ; open your mouth : here is that which will give language to you , cat ; open your mouth : this will ...
... Thou dost me yet but little hurt ; thou wilt Anon , I know it by thy trembling : Now Prosper works upon thee . Ste . Come on your ways ; open your mouth : here is that which will give language to you , cat ; open your mouth : this will ...
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... thou not say , he lied ? Ari . Thou liest . Ste . Do I so ? take thou that . [ Strikes him . As you like this , give ... Dost thou like the plot , Trinculo ? Trin . Excellent . Ste . Give me thy hand ; I am sorry I beat thee ; but ...
... thou not say , he lied ? Ari . Thou liest . Ste . Do I so ? take thou that . [ Strikes him . As you like this , give ... Dost thou like the plot , Trinculo ? Trin . Excellent . Ste . Give me thy hand ; I am sorry I beat thee ; but ...
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Page 255 - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose well...
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Page 168 - Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Page 88 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Page 462 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...