The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Illustrated ; Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected, Volume 1Phillips, Sampson, 1850 - 38 pages |
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... hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our cable , for our own doth little advantage ! 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 advantage ! 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 . 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 shapes as he , Having ...
... hang not on my garments . Mira . I'll be his surety . 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 shapes as he , Having ...
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... hang : She loved not the savor 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 loved not the savor 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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... hanging 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 Alon . I will stand to , and feed ,. Good warrant of . 1 ...
... hanging 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 Alon . I will stand to , and feed ,. Good warrant of . 1 ...
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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 tempered , may as well Wound the loud winds , or with bemocked - 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 tempered , may as well Wound the loud winds , or with bemocked - at stabs Kill the still - closing waters ...
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Page 373 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Page 51 - 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 sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Page 249 - 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 67 - 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.
Page 67 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Page 56 - O, it is monstrous ! monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper ; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Page 465 - ... 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 68 - I made shake ; and by the spurs plucked up The pine and cedar : graves, at my command, Have waked their sleepers ; oped and let them forth, -• By my so potent art : But this rough magic I here abjure ; and, when I have required Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) ' To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Page 346 - We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Page 62 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..