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... hither , " - as some have explained it . The orthography of certain proper names and foreign words occurring in the text has been retained in accordance with the mode of spelling them in the original editions . For instance ...
... hither , " - as some have explained it . The orthography of certain proper names and foreign words occurring in the text has been retained in accordance with the mode of spelling them in the original editions . For instance ...
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... hither . Mira . To think o ' the teen that I have turn'd you to , O ! my heart bleeds Which is from my remembrance . Please you , farther . Pro . My brother , and thy uncle , call'd Antonio , - I pray thee , mark me , -that a brother ...
... hither . Mira . To think o ' the teen that I have turn'd you to , O ! my heart bleeds Which is from my remembrance . Please you , farther . Pro . My brother , and thy uncle , call'd Antonio , - I pray thee , mark me , -that a brother ...
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... hither brought with [ child , And here was left by the sailors . Thou , my slave , As thou report'st thyself , wast then her servant : And , for thou wast a spirit too delicate To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands , Refusing her ...
... hither brought with [ child , And here was left by the sailors . Thou , my slave , As thou report'st thyself , wast then her servant : And , for thou wast a spirit too delicate To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands , Refusing her ...
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... hither ? swear by this bottle , how thou cam'st hither . I escaped upon a butt of sack , which the sailors heaved over - board , by this bottle ! which I made of the bark of a tree , with mine own hands , since I was cast a - shore ...
... hither ? swear by this bottle , how thou cam'st hither . I escaped upon a butt of sack , which the sailors heaved over - board , by this bottle ! which I made of the bark of a tree , with mine own hands , since I was cast a - shore ...
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... hither , to this short - grass'd green ? Iris . A contract of true love to celebrate , And some donation freely to estate On the bless'd lovers . Cer . Tell me , heavenly bow , If Venus , or her son , as thou dost know , Do now attend ...
... hither , to this short - grass'd green ? Iris . A contract of true love to celebrate , And some donation freely to estate On the bless'd lovers . Cer . Tell me , heavenly bow , If Venus , or her son , as thou dost know , Do now attend ...
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Page 353 - 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-grac'd 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 ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home: But dust was thrown upon his sacred head : Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, — His face...
Page 324 - Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; But you, at your sick service, had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love, And call it cunning. Do, an' if you will ; If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, Why, then you must.
Page 9 - 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...
Page 147 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 72 - In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling ! 'tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Page 179 - You see me, Lord Bassanio, where I stand, Such as I am: though for myself alone I would not be ambitious in my wish To wish myself much better, yet for you I would be trebled twenty times myself, A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times More rich; That only to stand high in your account, I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends, Exceed account.
Page viii - Many were the wit-combats betwixt him and Ben Jonson; which two I behold like a Spanish great galleon and an English man-of-war; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning; solid, but slow, in his performances. Shakespeare, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.