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 . We are tougher , brother , Than you can put us to't . Polix . Leon . One seven - night longer . Polix . No longer stay . Very sooth , 4 to - morrow . Leon . We'll part the time between's , then : and in that I'll no gainsaying ...
... Leon . We are tougher , brother , Than you can put us to't . Polix . Leon . One seven - night longer . Polix . No longer stay . Very sooth , 4 to - morrow . Leon . We'll part the time between's , then : and in that I'll no gainsaying ...
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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 . Hermione , my dear'st , thou never spokest To better purpose . Herm . Leon . Never ? Never , but once . Herm . What ! have I twice said well ? when was't before ? I pr'ythee tell me ; cram's with praise , and make's As fat as ...
... Leon . Hermione , my dear'st , thou never spokest To better purpose . Herm . Leon . Never ? Never , but once . Herm . What ! have I twice said well ? when was't before ? I pr'ythee tell me ; cram's with praise , and make's As fat as ...
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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 , Herm . It is Grace indeed . I'm yours for ever . 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 , Herm . It is Grace indeed . I'm yours for ever . 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 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, pronounc'd 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.
Página 94 - Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em 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 '11 break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I '11 drown my book.
Página 43 - Let him that is a true-born gentleman And stands upon the honour of his birth, If he suppose that I have pleaded truth. From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. 30 Som. Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer, But dare maintain the party of the truth, Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
Página 101 - What is this maid with whom thou wast at play ? Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours : Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us, And brought us thus together ? Fer.
Página 198 - 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 93 - 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 farther.
Página 93 - 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...
Página 45 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.