The Dramatic Works and Poems, Том 1Harper & Bros., 1847 |
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... hath never drunk wine afore , it will go near to remove his fit : ifI can recover him , and keep him tame , I will not take too much for him : he shall pay for him that hath him , and that soundly . Cal . Thou dost me yet but little ...
... hath never drunk wine afore , it will go near to remove his fit : ifI can recover him , and keep him tame , I will not take too much for him : he shall pay for him that hath him , and that soundly . Cal . Thou dost me yet but little ...
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... hath she been deform'd ? Speed . Ever since you loved her . Val . I have loved her ever since I saw her ; and still I see her beautiful . Speed . If you love her , you cannot see her . Val . Why ? Speed . Because love is blind . O ...
... hath she been deform'd ? Speed . Ever since you loved her . Val . I have loved her ever since I saw her ; and still I see her beautiful . Speed . If you love her , you cannot see her . Val . Why ? Speed . Because love is blind . O ...
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... hath better deeds than words to grace it . Enter PANTHINO . Pant . Sir Proteus , you are staid for . Pro . Go ; I come , I come : - Alas ! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb . SCENE III . - The same . [ Exeunt . A Street . Enter ...
... hath better deeds than words to grace it . Enter PANTHINO . Pant . Sir Proteus , you are staid for . Pro . Go ; I come , I come : - Alas ! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb . SCENE III . - The same . [ Exeunt . A Street . Enter ...
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... hath chas'd sleep from my enthralled eyes , Duke . Beshrew me , sir , but , if he make this And made them watchers of mine own heart's sor- good , He is as worthy for an empress ' love , As meet to be an emperor's counsellor . Well ...
... hath chas'd sleep from my enthralled eyes , Duke . Beshrew me , sir , but , if he make this And made them watchers of mine own heart's sor- good , He is as worthy for an empress ' love , As meet to be an emperor's counsellor . Well ...
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... hath access by day to her . Val . Why then I would resort to her by night . Duke . Ay , but the doors be lock'd , and keys kept safe , That no man hath recourse to her by night . Val . What lets , but one may enter at her win - If Duke ...
... hath access by day to her . Val . Why then I would resort to her by night . Duke . Ay , but the doors be lock'd , and keys kept safe , That no man hath recourse to her by night . Val . What lets , but one may enter at her win - If Duke ...
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Сторінка 167 - 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.
Сторінка 351 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Сторінка 311 - What you do Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Сторінка 19 - Rome Sent forth; or since did from their ashes come. Triumph, my Britain! Thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime, When, like Apollo, he came forth to warm Our ears, or, like a Mercury, to charm. Nature herself was proud of his designs, And joy'd to wear the dressing of his lines, Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit.
Сторінка 219 - It must not be ; there is no power in Venice Can alter a decree established : 'Twill be recorded for a precedent ; And many an error, by the same example, Will rush into the state : it cannot be.
Сторінка 349 - 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...
Сторінка 350 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Сторінка 351 - 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.
Сторінка 229 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — 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.