The Works of Shakespeare, 4±ÇMacmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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... thou Wilt live , fly after and like an arrow shot From a well - experienced archer hits the mark His eye doth level at , so thou ne'er return Unless thou say ' Prince Pericles is dead . ' Thal . My lord , If I can get him within my ...
... thou Wilt live , fly after and like an arrow shot From a well - experienced archer hits the mark His eye doth level at , so thou ne'er return Unless thou say ' Prince Pericles is dead . ' Thal . My lord , If I can get him within my ...
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... thou Hast moved us : what seest thou in our looks ? Hel . An angry brow , dread lord . Per . If there be such a dart in princes ' frowns , How durst thy tongue move anger to our face ? Hel . How dare the plants look up to heaven , from ...
... thou Hast moved us : what seest thou in our looks ? Hel . An angry brow , dread lord . Per . If there be such a dart in princes ' frowns , How durst thy tongue move anger to our face ? Hel . How dare the plants look up to heaven , from ...
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... thou catch any fishes , then ? Per . I never practised it . Sec . Fish . Nay , then thou wilt starve , sure ; for here's nothing to be got now - a - days , unless thou canst fish for ' t . Per . What I have been I have forgot to know ...
... thou catch any fishes , then ? Per . I never practised it . Sec . Fish . Nay , then thou wilt starve , sure ; for here's nothing to be got now - a - days , unless thou canst fish for ' t . Per . What I have been I have forgot to know ...
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... Thou hast bewitch'd my daughter , and thou art A villain . Per . By the gods , I have not : Never did thought of mine levy offence ; Nor never did my actions yet commence A deed might gain her love or your displeasure . Sim . Traitor , thou ...
... Thou hast bewitch'd my daughter , and thou art A villain . Per . By the gods , I have not : Never did thought of mine levy offence ; Nor never did my actions yet commence A deed might gain her love or your displeasure . Sim . Traitor , thou ...
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... Thou god of this great vast , rebuke these surges , Which wash both heaven and hell ; and thou , that hast Upon the winds command , bind them in brass , Having call'd them from the deep ! O , still Thy deafening , dreadful thunders ...
... Thou god of this great vast , rebuke these surges , Which wash both heaven and hell ; and thou , that hast Upon the winds command , bind them in brass , Having call'd them from the deep ! O , still Thy deafening , dreadful thunders ...
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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...