The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 1Macmillan, 1864 - 1079 pages |
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... hope " Ant . What great hope have you ! no hope that way is Another way so high a hope that even Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond , O , out of that no hope ' 241 But doubt discovery there . Will you grant with me That Ferdinand is ...
... hope " Ant . What great hope have you ! no hope that way is Another way so high a hope that even Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond , O , out of that no hope ' 241 But doubt discovery there . Will you grant with me That Ferdinand is ...
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... hope and keep it No longer for my flatterer : he is drown'd Whom thus we stray to find , and the sea mocks Our frustrate search on land . Well , let him go . 10 Ant . [ Aside to Seb . ] I am right glad that he's so out of hope . Do not ...
... hope and keep it No longer for my flatterer : he is drown'd Whom thus we stray to find , and the sea mocks Our frustrate search on land . Well , let him go . 10 Ant . [ Aside to Seb . ] I am right glad that he's so out of hope . Do not ...
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... hope , Yet , spaniel - like , the more she spurns my love , The more it grows and fawneth on her still . But here comes Thurio : now must we to her window , And give some evening music to her ear . Enter THURIO and Musicians . Thu. How ...
... hope , Yet , spaniel - like , the more she spurns my love , The more it grows and fawneth on her still . But here comes Thurio : now must we to her window , And give some evening music to her ear . Enter THURIO and Musicians . Thu. How ...
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... hope thou wilt . [ To Launce ] How now , you whoreson peasant ! Where have you been these two days loitering ? Launce . Marry , sir , I carried Mistress Silvia the dog you bade me . 50 Pro . And what says she to my little jewel ? Launce ...
... hope thou wilt . [ To Launce ] How now , you whoreson peasant ! Where have you been these two days loitering ? Launce . Marry , sir , I carried Mistress Silvia the dog you bade me . 50 Pro . And what says she to my little jewel ? Launce ...
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... hope , sir , I will do as it shall become 240 one that would do reason . Evans . Nay , Got's lords and his ladies ! you must speak possitable , if you can carry her your desires towards her . Will you , upon good Shal . That you must ...
... hope , sir , I will do as it shall become 240 one that would do reason . Evans . Nay , Got's lords and his ladies ! you must speak possitable , if you can carry her your desires towards her . Will you , upon good Shal . That you must ...
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Alençon arms art thou Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin crown daughter death doth Duke Duke of York Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff Farewell father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give Glou grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Isab Kath king knave lady Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Pist Pompey pray Prince prithee Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier SCENE Shal shame Signior Sir John Sir John Falstaff sirrah Somerset soul speak Suffolk swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto What's wife wilt word York
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Page 192 - I am a Jew : Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? If you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Page 355 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 202 - 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 370 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
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Page 214 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, 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...