The Works of William Shakespeare: The comedy of errors. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lost. A midsummer-night's dream. The merchant of VeniceChapman and Hall, 1866 |
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... thy seditious countrymen and us , It hath in solemn synods been decreed , Both by the Syracusians and ourselves , T ' admit no traffic to our adverse towns : Nay , more , if ... thou art condemn'd to die . Ege . Yet this my comfort , ( 3 )
... thy seditious countrymen and us , It hath in solemn synods been decreed , Both by the Syracusians and ourselves , T ' admit no traffic to our adverse towns : Nay , more , if ... thou art condemn'd to die . Ege . Yet this my comfort , ( 3 )
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... thou sorrow'st for , Do me the favour to dilate at full What hath befall'n of them and thee ( 12 ) till now . Ege ... thou art adjudged to the death , 8 [ ACT I. THE COMEDY OF ERRORS .
... thou sorrow'st for , Do me the favour to dilate at full What hath befall'n of them and thee ( 12 ) till now . Ege ... thou art adjudged to the death , 8 [ ACT I. THE COMEDY OF ERRORS .
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... thy life by beneficial help : ( 14 ) Try all the friends thou hast in Ephesus ; Beg thou , or borrow , to make up the sum , And live ; if not , ( 15 ) then thou art doom'd to die.— Gaoler , now take him to thy custody . ( 16 ) Gaol . I ...
... thy life by beneficial help : ( 14 ) Try all the friends thou hast in Ephesus ; Beg thou , or borrow , to make up the sum , And live ; if not , ( 15 ) then thou art doom'd to die.— Gaoler , now take him to thy custody . ( 16 ) Gaol . I ...
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... thou art return'd so soon ? [ Exit . Dro . E. Return'd so soon ! rather approach'd too late : The capon burns , the pig falls from the spit ; The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell , — My mistress made it one upon my cheek : She ...
... thou art return'd so soon ? [ Exit . Dro . E. Return'd so soon ! rather approach'd too late : The capon burns , the pig falls from the spit ; The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell , — My mistress made it one upon my cheek : She ...
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... thy taste , Unless I spake , or look'd , or touch'd , or carv'd to thee . ( 34 ) How comes it now , my husband , O , how comes it , That thou art thus estrangèd from thyself ? ( 35 ) Thyself I call it , being strange to me , That ...
... thy taste , Unless I spake , or look'd , or touch'd , or carv'd to thee . ( 34 ) How comes it now , my husband , O , how comes it , That thou art thus estrangèd from thyself ? ( 35 ) Thyself I call it , being strange to me , That ...
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Page 236 - 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 410 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Page 282 - CHORUS. Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
Page 400 - Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway ; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Page 310 - I had, but man is but a patch'd fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.