The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare, Volume 1George Dearborn, 1836 |
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Page 125
... Claud . Fellow , why dost thou show me thus to the world ? Bear me to prison where I am committed . Prou . I do it not in evil disposition , But from lord Angelo by special charge . Claud . Thus can the demi - god , Authority , Make us ...
... Claud . Fellow , why dost thou show me thus to the world ? Bear me to prison where I am committed . Prou . I do it not in evil disposition , But from lord Angelo by special charge . Claud . Thus can the demi - god , Authority , Make us ...
Page 133
... Claud . The miserable have no other medicine , But only hope : I have hope to live , and am prepar'd to die . Duke . Be absolute for death ; either death or life , Shall thereby be the sweeter . Reason thus with life , - If I do lose ...
... Claud . The miserable have no other medicine , But only hope : I have hope to live , and am prepar'd to die . Duke . Be absolute for death ; either death or life , Shall thereby be the sweeter . Reason thus with life , - If I do lose ...
Page 134
... Claud . But in what nature ? Claud . Let me know the point . Claud . grave Claud . The princely Angelo ? Isab . O , ' tis the cunning livery of hell , The damned'st body to invest and cover In princely guards ! Dost thou think , Claudio ...
... Claud . But in what nature ? Claud . Let me know the point . Claud . grave Claud . The princely Angelo ? Isab . O , ' tis the cunning livery of hell , The damned'st body to invest and cover In princely guards ! Dost thou think , Claudio ...
Page 135
... Claud . Let me ask my sister pardon . I am so out of love with life , that I will sue to be rid of it . Duke . Hold you there : Farewell . Re - enter Provost . Provost , a word with you . Prou . What's your will , father ? [ Exit ...
... Claud . Let me ask my sister pardon . I am so out of love with life , that I will sue to be rid of it . Duke . Hold you there : Farewell . Re - enter Provost . Provost , a word with you . Prou . What's your will , father ? [ Exit ...
Page 139
... Claud . As fast lock'd up in sleep , as guiltless la- bour When it lies starkly in the traveller's bones : He will not wake . Prov . Who can do good on him ? Well , go , prepare yourself . But hark , what noise ? [ Knocking within ...
... Claud . As fast lock'd up in sleep , as guiltless la- bour When it lies starkly in the traveller's bones : He will not wake . Prov . Who can do good on him ? Well , go , prepare yourself . But hark , what noise ? [ Knocking within ...
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Angelo art thou Banquo better Biron blood Boyet brother Caliban Claud Claudio Costard daughter death dost doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father Faulconbridge fear fool Ford fortune gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour husband Isab John Kath King lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander Macbeth Macd Mach madam maid Malone Malvolio marry master master doctor means mistress never night old copy reads Pedro Petruchio play Pompey pr'ythee pray prince Proteus SCENE servant Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shylock signior SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK soul speak Steevens swear sweet tell thee there's Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast thought Thurio tongue true unto wife Winter's Tale woman word
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Page 368 - Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison. Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.
Page 33 - Shakspeare, must enjoy a part : For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion ; and that he, Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the muses...
Page 33 - Rome Sent forth, or since did from their ashes come. Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time!
Page 264 - Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, "Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope, only doth backward pull Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull.
Page 327 - What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Page 54 - gainst my fury • Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, • And they shall be themselves.
Page 32 - Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give. That I not mix thee so, my brain excuses, I mean with great, but disproportioned Muses; For if I thought my judgment were of years, I should commit thee surely with thy peers, And tell how far thou didst our Lyly outshine, Or sporting Kyd, or Marlowe's mighty line.
Page 174 - Making it momentany as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Page 362 - Like the poor cat i' the adage ? Macb. . Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck ; and know How tender...
Page 365 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.