The Plays of William Shakspeare, Volume 3F. C. and J. Rivington, 1823 |
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... Exit Countess . Ber . The best wishes , that can be forged in your thoughts , [ To Helena ] be servants to you ! Be comfortable to my mother , your mistress , and make much of her . ( 1 ) All appearance of life . ( 2 ) i . e . That may ...
... Exit Countess . Ber . The best wishes , that can be forged in your thoughts , [ To Helena ] be servants to you ! Be comfortable to my mother , your mistress , and make much of her . ( 1 ) All appearance of life . ( 2 ) i . e . That may ...
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... Exit Page . Par . Little Helen , farewell if I can remember thee , I will think of thee at court . Hel . Monsieur Parolles , you were born under a charitable star . Par . Under Mars , I. Hel . I especially think , under Mars . Par . Why ...
... Exit Page . Par . Little Helen , farewell if I can remember thee , I will think of thee at court . Hel . Monsieur Parolles , you were born under a charitable star . Par . Under Mars , I. Hel . I especially think , under Mars . Par . Why ...
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... Exit . SCENE II . - Paris . A room in the King's palace . Flourish of cornets . Enter the King of France , with letters ; Lords and others attending . King . The Florentines and Senoys2 are by the ears ; Have fought with equal fortune ...
... Exit . SCENE II . - Paris . A room in the King's palace . Flourish of cornets . Enter the King of France , with letters ; Lords and others attending . King . The Florentines and Senoys2 are by the ears ; Have fought with equal fortune ...
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... Exit Steward . young : Enter Helena . Count . Even so it was with me , when I was If we are nature's , these are ours ; this thorn Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood is born ; It is the show ...
... Exit Steward . young : Enter Helena . Count . Even so it was with me , when I was If we are nature's , these are ours ; this thorn Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood is born ; It is the show ...
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... Exit Lafeu . King . Thus he his special nothing ever prologues . Re - enter Lafeu , with Helena . Laf . Nay , come your ways . King . This haste hath wings indeed . Laf . Nay , come your ways ; This is his majesty , say your mind to him ...
... Exit Lafeu . King . Thus he his special nothing ever prologues . Re - enter Lafeu , with Helena . Laf . Nay , come your ways . King . This haste hath wings indeed . Laf . Nay , come your ways ; This is his majesty , say your mind to him ...
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Page 245 - Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Page 418 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 367 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? Macb. Prithee, 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 366 - Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other.
Page 365 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Page 184 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land, To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands But love, fair looks and true obedience; Too little payment for so great a debt.
Page 365 - He's here in double trust ; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Page 370 - Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my where-about, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Page 361 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Page 233 - I would there were no age between ten(^ and threeand-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest ; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting — Hark you now ! — Would any but these boiled brains of nineteen and twoand twenty hunt this weather?