The Plays of Shakspeare, Volumul 1Hurst, Robinson, and Company, 1819 |
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Pagina 2
... thou remember'st aught , ere thou cam'st here ,. Boats . None that I more love than myself . PROSPERO . Enter ... art , my dearest father , you have Gon . I have great comfort from this fellow : methinks , he hath no drowning mark ...
... thou remember'st aught , ere thou cam'st here ,. Boats . None that I more love than myself . PROSPERO . Enter ... art , my dearest father , you have Gon . I have great comfort from this fellow : methinks , he hath no drowning mark ...
Pagina 6
... Thou most lying slave , Whom stripes may move , not kindness : I have us'd thee , Filth as thou art , with human care ; and lodg'd thee In mine own cell , till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child . Cal . O ho , O ho ...
... Thou most lying slave , Whom stripes may move , not kindness : I have us'd thee , Filth as thou art , with human care ; and lodg'd thee In mine own cell , till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child . Cal . O ho , O ho ...
Pagina 10
... art thou waking ? Ant . Do you not hear me speak ? Seb . I do ; and , surely , It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep : What is it thou didst say ? This is a strange repose , to be asleep With eyes wide open ...
... art thou waking ? Ant . Do you not hear me speak ? Seb . I do ; and , surely , It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep : What is it thou didst say ? This is a strange repose , to be asleep With eyes wide open ...
Pagina 12
... art thou And I with my long nails will dig thee pig. fort . [ Drinks . Cal . Do not torment me : O ! Ste . What's the ... Thou dost me yet but little hurt ; thou wilt Anon , I know it by thy trembling : Now Prosper works upon thee ...
... art thou And I with my long nails will dig thee pig. fort . [ Drinks . Cal . Do not torment me : O ! Ste . What's the ... Thou dost me yet but little hurt ; thou wilt Anon , I know it by thy trembling : Now Prosper works upon thee ...
Pagina 20
... thou think so , spirit ? Ari . Mine would , sir , were I human . Pro . And mine shall . Hast thou , which art but air , a touch , a feeling Of their afflictions ? and shall not myself , One of their kind , that relish all as sharply ...
... thou think so , spirit ? Ari . Mine would , sir , were I human . Pro . And mine shall . Hast thou , which art but air , a touch , a feeling Of their afflictions ? and shall not myself , One of their kind , that relish all as sharply ...
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Pagina 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...
Pagina 12 - 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. Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...