The Works of William Shakespeare: From the Text of the Rev. Alexander Dyce's Fourth Edition, with an Arrangement of His Glossary, Volume 8Mershon Company, 1885 |
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Page 261
... thine , shouldst know of this , - Iago . ' Sblood , but you will not hear me : If ever I did dream of such a matter , Abhor me . - Rod . Thou told st me thou didst hold him in thy hate . Iago . Despise me , if I do not . с 3 . V. 261 ...
... thine , shouldst know of this , - Iago . ' Sblood , but you will not hear me : If ever I did dream of such a matter , Abhor me . - Rod . Thou told st me thou didst hold him in thy hate . Iago . Despise me , if I do not . с 3 . V. 261 ...
Page 279
... thine hath no less rea- Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him : if thou canst cuckold him , thou dost thyself a pleasure , me a sport . There are many events in the womb of time , which will be delivered . Traverse ; go ...
... thine hath no less rea- Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him : if thou canst cuckold him , thou dost thyself a pleasure , me a sport . There are many events in the womb of time , which will be delivered . Traverse ; go ...
Page 282
... thine own powerful breath , That he may bless this bay with his tall ship , Make love's quick pants in Desdemona's arms , Give renew'd fire to our extincted spirits , And bring all Cyprus comfort ! — Ô , behold , Enter DESDEMONA ...
... thine own powerful breath , That he may bless this bay with his tall ship , Make love's quick pants in Desdemona's arms , Give renew'd fire to our extincted spirits , And bring all Cyprus comfort ! — Ô , behold , Enter DESDEMONA ...
Page 285
... thine own courtship . You say true ; ' tis so , indeed if such tricks as these strip you out of your lieu- tenantry , it had been better you had not kissed your three fingers so oft , which now again you are most apt to play the sir in ...
... thine own courtship . You say true ; ' tis so , indeed if such tricks as these strip you out of your lieu- tenantry , it had been better you had not kissed your three fingers so oft , which now again you are most apt to play the sir in ...
Page 291
... thine auld cloak about thee . Some wine , ho ! Cas . Why , this is a more exquisite song than the other . Iago . Will you hear't again ? Cas . No ; for I hold him to be unworthy of his place that does those things.- Well , - God's above ...
... thine auld cloak about thee . Some wine , ho ! Cas . Why , this is a more exquisite song than the other . Iago . Will you hear't again ? Cas . No ; for I hold him to be unworthy of his place that does those things.- Well , - God's above ...
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Page 16 - 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-tongu'd, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Page 317 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont, Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. Now, by yond marble heaven, 460 [Kneels] In the due reverence of a sacred vow I here engage my words.
Page 15 - 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.
Page 309 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Page 345 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men.
Page 369 - No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
Page 16 - He's here in double trust ; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed : then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Page 19 - 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 40 As this which now I draw.
Page 51 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Page 19 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest ; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing : It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one...