The Reader's Shakespeare: His Dramatic Work Condensed, Connected, and Emphasized for School, College, Parlour, and Platform ..., Volume 3Funk and Wagnalls Company, 1897 |
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... gone ? ... Sweet Valentine , adieu ! If ever ' danger do environ thee , с Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers ; For I will be thy ' beadsman , Valentine . Val . And , on a love - book , ' pray for my success ? Pro . Upon ' some ...
... gone ? ... Sweet Valentine , adieu ! If ever ' danger do environ thee , с Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers ; For I will be thy ' beadsman , Valentine . Val . And , on a love - book , ' pray for my success ? Pro . Upon ' some ...
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... gone , -to save your ship from wreck ; ° Which cannot perish , having ' thee aboard , Being destined to a ' drier death on shore.a— I must go send some ' better messenger : I fear , my Julia would not deign my lines , Receiving them ...
... gone , -to save your ship from wreck ; ° Which cannot perish , having ' thee aboard , Being destined to a ' drier death on shore.a— I must go send some ' better messenger : I fear , my Julia would not deign my lines , Receiving them ...
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... gone ? Luc . ... That you may ' ruminate . [ Exit Jul . . . . And yet , I would I had ' o'erlooked the letter.— It were a shame to call her back again , And pray her , to a fault for which I ' chid her . What fool is she , that knows I ...
... gone ? Luc . ... That you may ' ruminate . [ Exit Jul . . . . And yet , I would I had ' o'erlooked the letter.— It were a shame to call her back again , And pray her , to a fault for which I ' chid her . What fool is she , that knows I ...
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... gone , and let the papers lie : You would be fingering them to anger me ! .. She makes it ' strange ; but she would be ' best pleased To be ' so angered - with ' another letter . Jul . Nay , ' would I were so angered with the ' same ! O ...
... gone , and let the papers lie : You would be fingering them to anger me ! .. She makes it ' strange ; but she would be ' best pleased To be ' so angered - with ' another letter . Jul . Nay , ' would I were so angered with the ' same ! O ...
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... gone without a word ? Ay , so true love ' should do : it ' cannot speak ; Exit Julia . For truth hath ' better deeds , than ' words , to grace it . Panthino , servant to old Signior Antonio , enters : Pant . Sir Proteus , you are stayed ...
... gone without a word ? Ay , so true love ' should do : it ' cannot speak ; Exit Julia . For truth hath ' better deeds , than ' words , to grace it . Panthino , servant to old Signior Antonio , enters : Pant . Sir Proteus , you are stayed ...
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Page 267 - Therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved 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 263 - Nay, take my life and all ; pardon not that : You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house ; you take my life When you do take the means whereby I live.
Page 506 - I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, and own No other function : Each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
Page 259 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, — That in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation ; we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Page 374 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Page 266 - 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.
Page 207 - 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 25 - The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage ; But, when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with the enamel'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ; And so by many winding nooks he strays, With willing sport, to the wild ocean...
Page 373 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Page 401 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.