The Works of Shakespeare, 4±ÇMacmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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... court mine eyes , and mine eyes shun them , And danger , which I fear'd , is at Antioch , Whose arm seems far too short to hit me here : Yet neither pleasure's art can joy my spirits , Nor yet the other's distance comfort me . Then it ...
... court mine eyes , and mine eyes shun them , And danger , which I fear'd , is at Antioch , Whose arm seems far too short to hit me here : Yet neither pleasure's art can joy my spirits , Nor yet the other's distance comfort me . Then it ...
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... court . Here must I kill King Pericles ; and if I do it not , I am sure to be hanged at home : ' tis 105-110 . Printed as prose in Qq Ff . Arranged as verse by Rowe . ¥É¥É¥Ï 120 123. convince , refute , over- come . dangerous . Well , I ...
... court . Here must I kill King Pericles ; and if I do it not , I am sure to be hanged at home : ' tis 105-110 . Printed as prose in Qq Ff . Arranged as verse by Rowe . ¥É¥É¥Ï 120 123. convince , refute , over- come . dangerous . Well , I ...
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... court , have made the ball For them to play upon , entreats you pity him ; He asks of you , that never used to beg . 58. steal't . Hudson's reading for the unintelligible search of Qq and Ff . Malone , Steevens , and Singer substituted ...
... court , have made the ball For them to play upon , entreats you pity him ; He asks of you , that never used to beg . 58. steal't . Hudson's reading for the unintelligible search of Qq and Ff . Malone , Steevens , and Singer substituted ...
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... court distant from this shore ? First Fish . Marry , sir , half a day's journey : and I'll tell you , he hath a fair daughter , and to- morrow is her birth - day ; and there are princes and knights come from all parts of the world to ...
... court distant from this shore ? First Fish . Marry , sir , half a day's journey : and I'll tell you , he hath a fair daughter , and to- morrow is her birth - day ; and there are princes and knights come from all parts of the world to ...
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... court , Where with it I may appear a gentleman ; 130 140 And if that ever my low fortune's better , I'll pay your bounties ; till then rest your debtor . First Fish . Why , wilt thou tourney for the lady ? 150 Per . I'll show the virtue ...
... court , Where with it I may appear a gentleman ; 130 140 And if that ever my low fortune's better , I'll pay your bounties ; till then rest your debtor . First Fish . Why , wilt thou tourney for the lady ? 150 Per . I'll show the virtue ...
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467 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
216 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
462 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 sometime voices That, if I then had wak'd 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 wak'd, I cried to dream again.
482 ÆäÀÌÁö - Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war : to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt ; the strong-based promontory Have 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...
482 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
483 ÆäÀÌÁö - The charm dissolves apace; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason...
427 ÆäÀÌÁö - You taught me language ; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you For learning me your language ! Pros.
347 ÆäÀÌÁö - A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, and own No other function : Each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
487 ÆäÀÌÁö - O, wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in 't ! Pros. 'Tis new to thee.
214 ÆäÀÌÁö - With fairest flowers. Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...