The Complete Works of Shakspeare, Revised from the Best Authorities : with a Memoir, and Essay on His Genius, Volume 2Jewett, 1857 |
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... The masters of some merchant , and the merchant , Have just our theme of woe : but for the miracle , I mean our preservation , few in millions Can speak like us : then wisely , good sir , weigh Our sorrow with our comfort . Alon . Pr'y thee ...
... The masters of some merchant , and the merchant , Have just our theme of woe : but for the miracle , I mean our preservation , few in millions Can speak like us : then wisely , good sir , weigh Our sorrow with our comfort . Alon . Pr'y thee ...
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... thou mine heir would it not say , he lies ? Of Naples and of Milan , what strange fish Hath made his meal on thee ! I saw him beat the surges under him , And. Gon . Therefore , my lord , - Alon . I pr'y thee , spare . Gon . Well , I have ...
... thou mine heir would it not say , he lies ? Of Naples and of Milan , what strange fish Hath made his meal on thee ! I saw him beat the surges under him , And. Gon . Therefore , my lord , - Alon . I pr'y thee , spare . Gon . Well , I have ...
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... Thou canst not choose but know who I am . If thou entertainest my love , let it appear in thy smiling ; thy smiles become thee well : therefore in my presence still smile , dear my sweet , I pr'y thee . " Jove , I thank thee . - I will ...
... Thou canst not choose but know who I am . If thou entertainest my love , let it appear in thy smiling ; thy smiles become thee well : therefore in my presence still smile , dear my sweet , I pr'y thee . " Jove , I thank thee . - I will ...
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... you ; I bade you never speak again of him : But would you undertake another suit , I had rather hear you to solicit that , Than music from the spheres . Vio . Dear lady , - Oli . Stay : I pr'y thee tell me what thou think'st of me . Vio .
... you ; I bade you never speak again of him : But would you undertake another suit , I had rather hear you to solicit that , Than music from the spheres . Vio . Dear lady , - Oli . Stay : I pr'y thee tell me what thou think'st of me . Vio .
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... thou go to bed , Malvolio ? thee . Mal . To bed ? ay , sweetheart ; and I'll come to So , Oli . God comfort thee ! Why dost thou smile and kiss thy hand so oft ? Seb . I pr'y thee , foolish Greek , depart 142 ACT III . SCENE IV ...
... thou go to bed , Malvolio ? thee . Mal . To bed ? ay , sweetheart ; and I'll come to So , Oli . God comfort thee ! Why dost thou smile and kiss thy hand so oft ? Seb . I pr'y thee , foolish Greek , depart 142 ACT III . SCENE IV ...
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Page 362 - 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 60 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.