The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare: With Notes, Original and Selected, and Introductory Remarks to Each Play, Band 1Harper & brothers, 1871 |
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... thee , ( Of thee , my dear one ! thee , my daughter ! ) who Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better3 Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , And thy no greater father . Mira . More ...
... thee , ( Of thee , my dear one ! thee , my daughter ! ) who Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better3 Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , And thy no greater father . Mira . More ...
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... thee Remember , I have done thee worthy service ; Told thee no lies , made no mistakings , serv'd Without or grudge or grumblings : thou didst pro- mise To bate me a full year . | Pro . Dost thou forget No. From what a torment I did ...
... thee Remember , I have done thee worthy service ; Told thee no lies , made no mistakings , serv'd Without or grudge or grumblings : thou didst pro- mise To bate me a full year . | Pro . Dost thou forget No. From what a torment I did ...
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... thee , Took pains to make thee speak , taught thee each One thing or other ; when thou didst not , savage , Know thine own meaning , but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish , I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known ...
... thee , Took pains to make thee speak , taught thee each One thing or other ; when thou didst not , savage , Know thine own meaning , but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish , I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known ...
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... thee ? Fer . A single thing , as I am now , that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples : he does hear me ; And , that he does , I weep : myself am Naples ; Who with mine eyes , ne'er since at ebb , beheld The king my father wreck'd ...
... thee ? Fer . A single thing , as I am now , that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples : he does hear me ; And , that he does , I weep : myself am Naples ; Who with mine eyes , ne'er since at ebb , beheld The king my father wreck'd ...
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... thee in her , and I do adore thee ; my mistress shewed me thee , and thy dog , and thy bush . Ste . Come , swear to that : kiss the book : I will furnish it anon with new contents : swear . Trin . By this good light , this is a very ...
... thee in her , and I do adore thee ; my mistress shewed me thee , and thy dog , and thy bush . Ste . Come , swear to that : kiss the book : I will furnish it anon with new contents : swear . Trin . By this good light , this is a very ...
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Seite 359 - 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 129 - 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? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Seite 363 - 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 175 - 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 236 - Love in my bosom like a bee, Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast; And yet he robs me of my rest: Ah, wanton, will ye?
Seite 224 - 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?
Seite 218 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate, On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift, Which he calls interest. Cursed be my tribe, If I forgive him ! Bass.
Seite 358 - Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great, Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win. Thou'dst have, great Glamis, that which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it, And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
Seite 241 - 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.
Seite 22 - ... it in suspense, let but a quibble spring up before him, and he leaves his work unfinished. A quibble is the golden apple for which he will always turn aside from his career or stoop from his elevation. A quibble, poor and barren as it is, gave him such delight that he was content to purchase it by the sacrifice of reason, propriety, and truth. A quibble was to him the fatal Cleopatra for which he lost the world and was content to lose it.