ComediesD. Appleton, 1876 |
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... heart . HER . I frown upon him , yet he loves me still . HEL . O , that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill ! HER . I give him curses , yet he gives me love . HEL . O , that my prayers could such affection move ! HER . The more ...
... heart . HER . I frown upon him , yet he loves me still . HEL . O , that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill ! HER . I give him curses , yet he gives me love . HEL . O , that my prayers could such affection move ! HER . The more ...
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... heart Is true as steel : Leave you your power to draw , And I shall have no power to follow you . DEM . Do I entice you ? Do I speak you fair ? Or , rather , do I not in plainest truth Tell you - I do not , nor I cannot , love you ? HEL ...
... heart Is true as steel : Leave you your power to draw , And I shall have no power to follow you . DEM . Do I entice you ? Do I speak you fair ? Or , rather , do I not in plainest truth Tell you - I do not , nor I cannot , love you ? HEL ...
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... heart as you . Run when you will , the story shall be chang'd : Apollo flies , and Daphne holds the chase ; The dove pursues the griffin ; the mild hind Makes speed to catch the tiger : Bootless speed ! When cowardice pursues , and ...
... heart as you . Run when you will , the story shall be chang'd : Apollo flies , and Daphne holds the chase ; The dove pursues the griffin ; the mild hind Makes speed to catch the tiger : Bootless speed ! When cowardice pursues , and ...
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... heart unto yours is knit ; So that but one heart we can make of it : Two bosoms interchained with an oath ; So then , two bosoms , and a single troth . Then , by your side no bed - room me deny ; For , lying so , Hermia , I do not lie ...
... heart unto yours is knit ; So that but one heart we can make of it : Two bosoms interchained with an oath ; So then , two bosoms , and a single troth . Then , by your side no bed - room me deny ; For , lying so , Hermia , I do not lie ...
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... heart . Where is Demetrius ? O , how fit a word Is that vile name to perish on my sword ! HEL . Do not say so , Lysander ; say not so ; [ Waking . What though he love your Hermia ? Lord , what though ? Yet Hermia still loves you : then ...
... heart . Where is Demetrius ? O , how fit a word Is that vile name to perish on my sword ! HEL . Do not say so , Lysander ; say not so ; [ Waking . What though he love your Hermia ? Lord , what though ? Yet Hermia still loves you : then ...
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Page 112 - 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 ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,...
Page 570 - Say there be; Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean: so, over that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Page 14 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, 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.
Page 52 - The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation, and a name.
Page 88 - 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.
Page 90 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me About my moneys and my usances : Still have I borne it with a patient shrug, For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say ' Shylock, we would have moneys...
Page 141 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.