The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 3Routledge, 1864 |
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Pagina 6
... father , you have Put the wild waters in this roar , allay them . " The sky , it seems , would pour down stinking pitch , b If by your art , my dearest father , you have Put the wild waters in this roar , allay them . ] These lines are ...
... father , you have Put the wild waters in this roar , allay them . " The sky , it seems , would pour down stinking pitch , b If by your art , my dearest father , you have Put the wild waters in this roar , allay them . ] These lines are ...
Pagina 8
... father . MIRA . More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts . PRO . " Tis time I should inform thee further ... father was the duke of Milan , and A prince of power . MIRA . Sir , are not you my father ? PRO . Thy mother was a piece ...
... father . MIRA . More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts . PRO . " Tis time I should inform thee further ... father was the duke of Milan , and A prince of power . MIRA . Sir , are not you my father ? PRO . Thy mother was a piece ...
Pagina 15
... father's wreck , This music crept by me upon the waters , Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it , Or it hath drawn me rather : -but ' t is gone . No , it begins again . ( * ) Old text ...
... father's wreck , This music crept by me upon the waters , Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it , Or it hath drawn me rather : -but ' t is gone . No , it begins again . ( * ) Old text ...
Pagina 16
... father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and strange . Sea - nymphs hourly ring his knell : BURDEN . Ding - dong ...
... father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and strange . Sea - nymphs hourly ring his knell : BURDEN . Ding - dong ...
Pagina 17
... father's loss , the weakness which I feel , The wreck of all my friends , nor this man's threats , To whom I am subdued , are but light to me , Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this maid : all corners else o ' the earth ...
... father's loss , the weakness which I feel , The wreck of all my friends , nor this man's threats , To whom I am subdued , are but light to me , Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this maid : all corners else o ' the earth ...
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Achilles AJAX Antony Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæsar CASCA Cassius CLEO Cleopatra Collier's annotator Cominius Coriolanus CRES daughter dead dear death deed DEMET Desdemona dost doth EMIL Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear folio omits follow fool fortune friends give gods Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hector honour IAGO Julius Cæsar KENT king kiss lady LEAR live look lord Lucius MACB Macbeth MACD madam Marcius Mark Antony means never night noble o'er Old text Othello Pandarus Patroclus play Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince quarto queen Re-enter Rome SCENE Shakespeare shalt sorrow soul speak speech stand Steevens sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Titus Andronicus tongue Troilus ULYSS unto wife WITCH word Отн
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Pagina 748 - My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun ; Coral is far more red than her lips' red : If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun ; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks ; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, — yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound ; I grant I never saw a goddess go, — My mistress,...
Pagina 485 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Pagina 736 - But you like none, none you, for constant heart. LIV O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves....
Pagina 474 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools. This is more strange Than such a murder is.
Pagina 347 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Pagina 24 - 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
Pagina 37 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Pagina 328 - tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Pagina 459 - Come you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it!
Pagina 268 - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea, shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds, frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixure ! O!