The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare: With Notes, Original and Selected, and Introductory Remarks to Each Play, 1±ÇHarper & brothers, 1871 |
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... hear ? Shall we give o'er , and drown ? Have you a mind to sink ? Seb . A pox o ' your throat ! you bawling , blas- phemous , uncharitable dog ! Boats . Work you , then . Ant . Hang , cur , hang ! you whoreson , insolent noise - maker ...
... hear ? Shall we give o'er , and drown ? Have you a mind to sink ? Seb . A pox o ' your throat ! you bawling , blas- phemous , uncharitable dog ! Boats . Work you , then . Ant . Hang , cur , hang ! you whoreson , insolent noise - maker ...
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... hear ? Mira . Your tale , sir , would cure deafness . Pro . To have no screen between this part he play'd And him he play'd it for , he needs will be Absolute Milan : Me , poor man ! -my library Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal ...
... hear ? Mira . Your tale , sir , would cure deafness . Pro . To have no screen between this part he play'd And him he play'd it for , he needs will be Absolute Milan : Me , poor man ! -my library Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal ...
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... hear it now above me . Pro . The fringed curtains of thine eye advance , And say , what thou seest yond ' . Mira ... hear thee speak of Naples : he does hear me ; And , that he does , I weep : myself am Naples ; Who with mine eyes , ne ...
... hear it now above me . Pro . The fringed curtains of thine eye advance , And say , what thou seest yond ' . Mira ... hear thee speak of Naples : he does hear me ; And , that he does , I weep : myself am Naples ; Who with mine eyes , ne ...
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... hear us . [ All sleep but ALON . SEB . and ANT . Alon . What , all so soon asleep ! I wish mine eyes Would , with themselves , shut up my thoughts : I find , They are inclined to do so . Seb . Please you , sir . Do not omit the heavy ...
... hear us . [ All sleep but ALON . SEB . and ANT . Alon . What , all so soon asleep ! I wish mine eyes Would , with themselves , shut up my thoughts : I find , They are inclined to do so . Seb . Please you , sir . Do not omit the heavy ...
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... Hear a foot fall : we now are near his cell . is a Ste . Monster , your fairy , which , you say , harmless fairy , has done little better than play'd the Jack3 with us . Trin . Monster , I do smell all horse - piss ; at which my nose is ...
... Hear a foot fall : we now are near his cell . is a Ste . Monster , your fairy , which , you say , harmless fairy , has done little better than play'd the Jack3 with us . Trin . Monster , I do smell all horse - piss ; at which my nose is ...
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359 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
129 ÆäÀÌÁö - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
363 ÆäÀÌÁö - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
175 ÆäÀÌÁö - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
236 ÆäÀÌÁö - Love in my bosom like a bee, Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast; And yet he robs me of my rest: Ah, wanton, will ye?
224 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
218 ÆäÀÌÁö - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate, On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift, Which he calls interest. Cursed be my tribe, If I forgive him ! Bass.
358 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great, Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win. Thou'dst have, great Glamis, that which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it, And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
241 ÆäÀÌÁö - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
22 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... it in suspense, let but a quibble spring up before him, and he leaves his work unfinished. A quibble is the golden apple for which he will always turn aside from his career or stoop from his elevation. A quibble, poor and barren as it is, gave him such delight that he was content to purchase it by the sacrifice of reason, propriety, and truth. A quibble was to him the fatal Cleopatra for which he lost the world and was content to lose it.