Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure. Comedy of errors. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lost. Midsummer night's dream. Merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night. A winter's tale. King John. King Richard II. First and second parts of King Henry IV. King Henry V. First and second parts of King Henry VIG. Routledge & sons, limited, 1875 |
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... dead features of our greatest intellectual Master , or only the mask of some unknown lord among men who has left no mark . It is a truly beautiful and subtle and noble face , worn thin and with a tired expression , as disease and death ...
... dead features of our greatest intellectual Master , or only the mask of some unknown lord among men who has left no mark . It is a truly beautiful and subtle and noble face , worn thin and with a tired expression , as disease and death ...
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... dead ; Whom I , with this obedient steel , three inches of it , Can lay to bed for ever : whiles you , doing thus , To the perpetual wink for aye might put This ancient morsel , this sir Prudence , who Should not upbraid our cause . For ...
... dead ; Whom I , with this obedient steel , three inches of it , Can lay to bed for ever : whiles you , doing thus , To the perpetual wink for aye might put This ancient morsel , this sir Prudence , who Should not upbraid our cause . For ...
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... Dead or alive ? A fish : he smells like a fish ; a very ancient and fish - like smell ; a kind of , not of the newest , Poor - John . A strange fish ! Were I in England now , ( as once I was , ) and had but this fish painted , not a ...
... Dead or alive ? A fish : he smells like a fish ; a very ancient and fish - like smell ; a kind of , not of the newest , Poor - John . A strange fish ! Were I in England now , ( as once I was , ) and had but this fish painted , not a ...
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... dead of sleep , And ( how , we know not , ) all clapp'd under hatches , Where , but even now , with strange and several noises Of roaring , shrieking , howling , gingling chains , And more diversity of sounds , all horrible , We were ...
... dead of sleep , And ( how , we know not , ) all clapp'd under hatches , Where , but even now , with strange and several noises Of roaring , shrieking , howling , gingling chains , And more diversity of sounds , all horrible , We were ...
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... dead ; And Valentine I'll hold an enemy , Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend . I cannot now prove constant to myself , Without some treachery used to Valentine : - This night , he meaneth with a corded ladder To climb celestial ...
... dead ; And Valentine I'll hold an enemy , Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend . I cannot now prove constant to myself , Without some treachery used to Valentine : - This night , he meaneth with a corded ladder To climb celestial ...
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Page 374 - 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 223 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...