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... heads by raising of a head , " and is thus guilty of a quibble ; an offence of which the Prince , on two occasions , shows himself to be capable ; once when he sees Falstaff apparently dead on the field of Shrewsbury ; and once when ...
... heads by raising of a head , " and is thus guilty of a quibble ; an offence of which the Prince , on two occasions , shows himself to be capable ; once when he sees Falstaff apparently dead on the field of Shrewsbury ; and once when ...
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... head . The captayne sent one of his men to the shore with the shippe boate , who made the lyke signe of peace . The which thyng the giant seeing , was out of feare , and came with the captayne's servant , to his presence , into a little ...
... head . The captayne sent one of his men to the shore with the shippe boate , who made the lyke signe of peace . The which thyng the giant seeing , was out of feare , and came with the captayne's servant , to his presence , into a little ...
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... head . Trin . Where should they be set else ? he were a brave monster indeed , if they were set in his tail . Ste . My man - monster hath drowned his tongue in sack for my part , the sea cannot drown me : I swam , ere I could recover ...
... head . Trin . Where should they be set else ? he were a brave monster indeed , if they were set in his tail . Ste . My man - monster hath drowned his tongue in sack for my part , the sea cannot drown me : I swam , ere I could recover ...
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... head ; What matter have you against me ? Slen . Marry , sir , I have matter in my head against you ; and against your coney - catching rascals , Bardolph , Nym , and Pistol . They carried me to the tavern , and made me drunk , and ...
... head ; What matter have you against me ? Slen . Marry , sir , I have matter in my head against you ; and against your coney - catching rascals , Bardolph , Nym , and Pistol . They carried me to the tavern , and made me drunk , and ...
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... head , as it were ? and strut in his gait ? Sim . Yes , indeed , does he . Quick . Well , heaven send Anne Page no ... head out of my door : -Follow my heels , Rugby . [ Exeunt CAIUS and RUGBY . Quick . You shall have An fools - head of ...
... head , as it were ? and strut in his gait ? Sim . Yes , indeed , does he . Quick . Well , heaven send Anne Page no ... head out of my door : -Follow my heels , Rugby . [ Exeunt CAIUS and RUGBY . Quick . You shall have An fools - head of ...
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Seite 167 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Seite 351 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Seite 311 - What you do Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Seite 19 - Rome Sent forth; or since did from their ashes come. Triumph, my Britain! Thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime, When, like Apollo, he came forth to warm Our ears, or, like a Mercury, to charm. Nature herself was proud of his designs, And joy'd to wear the dressing of his lines, Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit.
Seite 219 - It must not be ; there is no power in Venice Can alter a decree established : 'Twill be recorded for a precedent ; And many an error, by the same example, Will rush into the state : it cannot be.
Seite 349 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Seite 350 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Seite 351 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Seite 229 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.