The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: With a Life of the Poet, Explanatory Foot-notes, Critical Notes, and a Glossarial Index, Volúmenes 7-8Ginn & Heath, 1880 |
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... Leon . Than you can put us to't . Polix . Besides , I've stay'd We are tougher , brother , No longer stay . Very sooth , to - morrow . Leon . One seven - night longer . Polix . 4 Leon . We'll part the time between's , then and in that I ...
... Leon . Than you can put us to't . Polix . Besides , I've stay'd We are tougher , brother , No longer stay . Very sooth , to - morrow . Leon . One seven - night longer . Polix . 4 Leon . We'll part the time between's , then and in that I ...
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... Leon . Tongue - tied , our Queen ? speak you . Herm . I had thought , sir , to have held my peace until You had drawn oaths from him not to stay . You , sir , Charge him too coldly . Tell him , you are sure All in Bohemia's well ; this ...
... Leon . Tongue - tied , our Queen ? speak you . Herm . I had thought , sir , to have held my peace until You had drawn oaths from him not to stay . You , sir , Charge him too coldly . Tell him , you are sure All in Bohemia's well ; this ...
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... Leon . Herm . He'll stay , my lord . Leon . Is he won yet ? At my request he would not . Hermione , my dear'st , thou never spokest To better purpose . Herm . Leon . Never ? Never , but once . Herm . What ! have I twice said well ? when ...
... Leon . Herm . He'll stay , my lord . Leon . Is he won yet ? At my request he would not . Hermione , my dear'st , thou never spokest To better purpose . Herm . Leon . Never ? Never , but once . Herm . What ! have I twice said well ? when ...
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... Leon . Why , that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death , Ere I could make thee open thy white hand , And clap 12 thyself my love : then didst thou utter , I'm yours for ever . Herm . It is Grace indeed . - Why ...
... Leon . Why , that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death , Ere I could make thee open thy white hand , And clap 12 thyself my love : then didst thou utter , I'm yours for ever . Herm . It is Grace indeed . - Why ...
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... Leon . Thou want'st a rough pash , and the shoots that I have , 16 To be full like me . - [ Aside . ] Yet they say we are Almost as like as eggs ; women say so , That will say any thing : but were they false As o'er - dyed blacks , 17 ...
... Leon . Thou want'st a rough pash , and the shoots that I have , 16 To be full like me . - [ Aside . ] Yet they say we are Almost as like as eggs ; women say so , That will say any thing : but were they false As o'er - dyed blacks , 17 ...
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Página 107 - Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want, Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer, Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults As you from crimes would pardon'd be Let your indulgence set me free.
Página 213 - The first thing we do, let's kill all the ' lawyers. Cade. Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment ? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man ? Some say, the bee stings : but I say, 'tis the bees' wax, for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never mine own man since.
Página 70 - 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.
Página 96 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Página 94 - 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.
Página 19 - Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
Página 94 - I made shake, and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar : graves at my command Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth By my so potent art.
Página 194 - To blush and beautify the cheek again. But see, his face is black, and full of blood ; His eyeballs further out than when he lived, Staring full ghastly like a strangled man : His hair uprear'd, his nostrils stretch'd with struggling ; His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd And tugg'd for life, and was by strength subdued.
Página 76 - 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...
Página 62 - The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear : for several virtues Have I liked several women ; never any With so full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed, And put it to the foil : but you, O you, So perfect, and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best.