The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, Volume 1C & C Whittingham, 1828 |
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... hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our cable , for our own doth little ad- vantage ! If he be not born to be ... hang ! you whoreson , insolent noise - maker , we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art . Gon . I'll warrant ...
... hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our cable , for our own doth little ad- vantage ! If he be not born to be ... hang ! you whoreson , insolent noise - maker , we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art . Gon . I'll warrant ...
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... hang not on my garments . Mira . I'll be his surety . Šir , have pity ; Pro . Silence ! one word more Shall make me chide thee , if not hate thee . What ! An advocate for an impostor ? hush ! Thou think'st , there are no more such ...
... hang not on my garments . Mira . I'll be his surety . Šir , have pity ; Pro . Silence ! one word more Shall make me chide thee , if not hate thee . What ! An advocate for an impostor ? hush ! Thou think'st , there are no more such ...
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... hang : She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch , Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch : Then to sea , boys , and let her go hang . This is a scurvy tune too : But here's my comfort . Cal . Do not torment me : O ...
... hang : She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch , Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch : Then to sea , boys , and let her go hang . This is a scurvy tune too : But here's my comfort . Cal . Do not torment me : O ...
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... hang- ing at them , Wallets of flesh ? or that there were such men , Whose heads stood in their breasts ? which now we find Each putter - out on five for one , will bring us Good warrant of . Alon . I will stand to , and feed , Although ...
... hang- ing at them , Wallets of flesh ? or that there were such men , Whose heads stood in their breasts ? which now we find Each putter - out on five for one , will bring us Good warrant of . Alon . I will stand to , and feed , Although ...
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... hang and drown Their proper selves . You fools ! I and my fellows Are ministers of fate ; the elements Of whom your swords are temper'd , may as well Wound the loud winds , or with bemock'd - at stabs Kill the still - closing waters ...
... hang and drown Their proper selves . You fools ! I and my fellows Are ministers of fate ; the elements Of whom your swords are temper'd , may as well Wound the loud winds , or with bemock'd - at stabs Kill the still - closing waters ...
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Page 297 - And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Page 195 - 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.
Page 36 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and...
Page 264 - 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. Spirits are not finely...
Page 1 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.
Page 221 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
Page 50 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Page 82 - Not for the world : why, man, she is mine own , And I as rich in having such a jewel, As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Page 228 - I might say, element ; but the word is over-worn. [Exit. Vio. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool ; And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time ; And, like the haggard', check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Page xxxii - I loved the man, and do honour his memory, on this side idolatry, as much as any. He was (indeed) honest, and of an open and free nature ; had an excellent phantasy, brave notions and gentle expressions...