The plays and poems of William Shakespeare, ed. by J.P. Collier, 7±Ç |
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... nature , That it engluts and swallows other sorrows , And it is still itself . Duke . Why , what's the matter ? Bra . My daughter ! O , my daughter ! Sen. Dead ? Ay , to me ; Bra . She is abus'd 16 [ ACT I. Othello ,
... nature , That it engluts and swallows other sorrows , And it is still itself . Duke . Why , what's the matter ? Bra . My daughter ! O , my daughter ! Sen. Dead ? Ay , to me ; Bra . She is abus'd 16 [ ACT I. Othello ,
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... nature so preposterously to err , ( Being not deficient , blind , or lame of sense ) Sans witchcraft could not . Duke . Whoe'er he be that , in this foul proceeding , Hath thus beguil'd your daughter of herself , And you of her , the ...
... nature so preposterously to err , ( Being not deficient , blind , or lame of sense ) Sans witchcraft could not . Duke . Whoe'er he be that , in this foul proceeding , Hath thus beguil'd your daughter of herself , And you of her , the ...
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... nature , Of years , of country , credit , everything— To fall in love with what she fear'd to look on ? It is a judgment maim'd , and most imperfect , That will confess perfection so could err Against all rules of nature ; and must be ...
... nature , Of years , of country , credit , everything— To fall in love with what she fear'd to look on ? It is a judgment maim'd , and most imperfect , That will confess perfection so could err Against all rules of nature ; and must be ...
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... natural and prompt alacrity , I find in hardness ; and do undertake These present wars against the Ottomites . Most humbly , therefore , bending to your state , I crave fit disposition for my wife ; Due reference of place and exhibition ...
... natural and prompt alacrity , I find in hardness ; and do undertake These present wars against the Ottomites . Most humbly , therefore , bending to your state , I crave fit disposition for my wife ; Due reference of place and exhibition ...
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... blood and baseness of our natures would conduct us to most preposterous conclusions : but we have reason to cool our raging motions , our carnal stings , our unbitted lusts ; whereof I take this 25 [ ACT I. Othello ,
... blood and baseness of our natures would conduct us to most preposterous conclusions : but we have reason to cool our raging motions , our carnal stings , our unbitted lusts ; whereof I take this 25 [ ACT I. Othello ,
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64 ÆäÀÌÁö - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
94 ÆäÀÌÁö - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
132 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis most certain, Iras. Saucy lictors Will catch at us, like strumpets ; and scald rhymers Ballad us out o' tune : the quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels : Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I
135 ÆäÀÌÁö - Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me : Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
34 ÆäÀÌÁö - Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description : she did lie In her pavilion, (cloth of gold, of tissue,) O'er-picturing that Venus, where we see, The fancy out-work nature : on each side her, Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With diverse-colour'd fans, whose wind...
17 ÆäÀÌÁö - My very noble and approv'd good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true ; true, I have married her : The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
94 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.
20 ÆäÀÌÁö - twas wondrous pitiful : She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man ; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake : She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them.
75 ÆäÀÌÁö - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
63 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.