Measure for measure. Much ado about nothing. Midsummer-night's dream. Love's labour's lostCharles Whittingham, 1826 |
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... death with firmness rather than dishonour , his burst of in- dignant passion on learning the price at which his life might be redeemed , and his subsequent clinging to life , and desire that she would make the sacrifice required , are ...
... death with firmness rather than dishonour , his burst of in- dignant passion on learning the price at which his life might be redeemed , and his subsequent clinging to life , and desire that she would make the sacrifice required , are ...
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... pronouncing sen- tence of death , and to thy heart the privilege of exercising mercy . 11 A choice mature , concocted , fermented ; i . e . not hasty , but considerate . Duke . My haste may not admit it ; Nor SC . I. 7 MEASURE FOR MEASURE .
... pronouncing sen- tence of death , and to thy heart the privilege of exercising mercy . 11 A choice mature , concocted , fermented ; i . e . not hasty , but considerate . Duke . My haste may not admit it ; Nor SC . I. 7 MEASURE FOR MEASURE .
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... have it again in the next scene : " When I that censure him do so offend , Let mine own judgment pattern out my death . ' 12 To owe is to have , to possess . Isab . I'll see what I can do . Lucio 20 ACT I. MEASURE FOR MEASURE .
... have it again in the next scene : " When I that censure him do so offend , Let mine own judgment pattern out my death . ' 12 To owe is to have , to possess . Isab . I'll see what I can do . Lucio 20 ACT I. MEASURE FOR MEASURE .
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... death : Alas ! this gentleman , Whom I would save , had a most noble father , Let but your honour know * , ( Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue ) , That , in the working of your own affections , Had time coher❜d with place , or ...
... death : Alas ! this gentleman , Whom I would save , had a most noble father , Let but your honour know * , ( Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue ) , That , in the working of your own affections , Had time coher❜d with place , or ...
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... death , And nothing come in partial . Sir , he must die . Escal . Be it as your wisdom will . Ang . Prov . Here , if it like Ang . Where is the provost ? your honour . See that Claudio Be executed by nine to - morrow morning : Bring him ...
... death , And nothing come in partial . Sir , he must die . Escal . Be it as your wisdom will . Ang . Prov . Here , if it like Ang . Where is the provost ? your honour . See that Claudio Be executed by nine to - morrow morning : Bring him ...
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Page 6 - Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do ; Not light them for themselves : for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Page 413 - When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall. And milk comes frozen home in pail...
Page 241 - Thou remember'st Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 70 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Page 412 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo, then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo, — O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Page 235 - 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 168 - ... need of such vanity. You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch; therefore bear you the lantern: This is your charge; You shall comprehend all vagrom men; you are to bid any man stand, in the prince's name.
Page 284 - I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was; man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was — there is no man can tell what. Methought I was — and methought I had — but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had.
Page 50 - Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum, For ending thee no sooner. Thou hast nor youth nor age; But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both ; for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms Of palsied eld ; and when thou art old and rich, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this That bears the name of life ? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths ; yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even.
Page 413 - 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.