The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fusell, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, Volume 2F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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... What are you ? what would you ? Vio . The rudeness , that hath appear'd in me , have I learn'd from my entertainment . What I am , and what I would , are as secret as maiden- head : to your ears , divinity ; to any other's , pro ...
... What are you ? what would you ? Vio . The rudeness , that hath appear'd in me , have I learn'd from my entertainment . What I am , and what I would , are as secret as maiden- head : to your ears , divinity ; to any other's , pro ...
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... what would you ? Vio . Make me a willow cabin at your gate , And call upon my soul within the house ; Write loyal cantons2 of contemned love , And sing them loud even in the dead of night ; Holla your name to the reverberate hills , And ...
... what would you ? Vio . Make me a willow cabin at your gate , And call upon my soul within the house ; Write loyal cantons2 of contemned love , And sing them loud even in the dead of night ; Holla your name to the reverberate hills , And ...
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... what I am willing to keep in ; therefore it charges me in manners the rather to express my- self . You must know of me then , Antonio , my name is Sebastian , which I called Rodorigo ; my father was that ... what you have WHAT YOU WILL . 27.
... what I am willing to keep in ; therefore it charges me in manners the rather to express my- self . You must know of me then , Antonio , my name is Sebastian , which I called Rodorigo ; my father was that ... what you have WHAT YOU WILL . 27.
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... what you have done , that is , kill him whom you have recovered , desire it not . Fare ye well at once : my bosom is full of kindness ; and I am yet so near the manners of my mother , that upon the least occasion more , mine eyes will ...
... what you have done , that is , kill him whom you have recovered , desire it not . Fare ye well at once : my bosom is full of kindness ; and I am yet so near the manners of my mother , that upon the least occasion more , mine eyes will ...
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... What will become of this ! As I am man , My state is desperate for my master's love ; As I am woman , now alas the day ! What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe ? O time , thou must entangle this , not I ; It is too hard a knot ...
... What will become of this ! As I am man , My state is desperate for my master's love ; As I am woman , now alas the day ! What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe ? O time , thou must entangle this , not I ; It is too hard a knot ...
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Page 100 - 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.
Page 37 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Page 5 - 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 365 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Page 127 - 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 judgement, should But judge you as you are ? O, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made *°. Ang.
Page 251 - ... need of such vanity. You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch ; therefore bear you the lantern : This is your charge ; You shall comprehend all vagrom men ; you are to bid any man stand, in the prince's name.
Page 146 - To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling ! 'tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Page 322 - 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 408 - Biron they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal: His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest, Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor, Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Page 445 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain, But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.