The Works of William Shakespeare: The tempest. The two gentlemen of Verona. The merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure. The comedy of errorsMacmillan, 1863 |
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William Shakespeare William George Clark, William Aldis Wright. THE TAYLOR UNIVERSITY 1. JUL . 1943 OF OXFORD INSTI CAMBRIDGE : PRINTED BY C. J. CLAY , M.A. AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS . TO HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF DEVONSHIRE , K.G. CHANCELLOR.
William Shakespeare William George Clark, William Aldis Wright. THE TAYLOR UNIVERSITY 1. JUL . 1943 OF OXFORD INSTI CAMBRIDGE : PRINTED BY C. J. CLAY , M.A. AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS . TO HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF DEVONSHIRE , K.G. CHANCELLOR.
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William Shakespeare William George Clark, William Aldis Wright. TO HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF DEVONSHIRE , K.G. CHANCELLOR OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE THIS EDITION OF THE WORKS OF SHAKESPEARE IS RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED BY THE EDITORS .
William Shakespeare William George Clark, William Aldis Wright. TO HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF DEVONSHIRE , K.G. CHANCELLOR OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE THIS EDITION OF THE WORKS OF SHAKESPEARE IS RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED BY THE EDITORS .
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... grace she owed , And put it to the foil : but you , O you , So perfect and so peerless , are created Of every creature's best ! 31. it is ] is it Steevens conj . ( ed . 1 , 2 , and 3 ) . om . Steevens ( ed . 4 ) ( Farmer conj . ) . 34 ...
... grace she owed , And put it to the foil : but you , O you , So perfect and so peerless , are created Of every creature's best ! 31. it is ] is it Steevens conj . ( ed . 1 , 2 , and 3 ) . om . Steevens ( ed . 4 ) ( Farmer conj . ) . 34 ...
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... grace On that which breeds between ' em ! Fer . 50 55 60 65 70 75 Wherefore weep you ? Mir . At mine unworthiness , that dare not offer What I desire to give ; and much less take 59. I therein do ] I do Pope . Therein Steevens . 62 ...
... grace On that which breeds between ' em ! Fer . 50 55 60 65 70 75 Wherefore weep you ? Mir . At mine unworthiness , that dare not offer What I desire to give ; and much less take 59. I therein do ] I do Pope . Therein Steevens . 62 ...
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... grace it had , devouring : Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated In what thou hadst to say : so , with good life And observation strange , my meaner ministers Their several kinds have done . My high charms work , And these mine ...
... grace it had , devouring : Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated In what thou hadst to say : so , with good life And observation strange , my meaner ministers Their several kinds have done . My high charms work , And these mine ...
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Page 351 - Take, O, 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 75 - Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; And my ending is despair Unless I be reliev'd by prayer, Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
Page 36 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Page 321 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Page 29 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Page 338 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Page 334 - Be absolute for death ; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep. A breath thou art (Servile to all the skyey influences) That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.
Page 19 - Cal. 0 ho, 0 ho ! would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pros. Abhorred slave, Which any print of goodness wilt not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known.
Page 53 - O, it is monstrous, monstrous: Methought the billows spoke and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded, and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded And with him there lie mudded.
Page 64 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...