The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, with Glossorial Notes and a Sketch of the Life of Shakspeare, Volume 3Phillips, Sampson, 1854 |
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... i ' the herd . Count . Wilt thou ever be a foul - mouthed and calumnious knave ? Clo . A prophet I , madam ; and I speak the truth the next way : 3 For I the ballad will repeat , Which men full true shall find ; Your marriage comes by ...
... i ' the herd . Count . Wilt thou ever be a foul - mouthed and calumnious knave ? Clo . A prophet I , madam ; and I speak the truth the next way : 3 For I the ballad will repeat , Which men full true shall find ; Your marriage comes by ...
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... i ' the world ; but yet she is not well . Hel . If she be very well , what does she ail , that she's not very well ? Clo . Truly , she's very well , indeed , but for two things . Hel . What two things ? Clo . One , that she's not in ...
... i ' the world ; but yet she is not well . Hel . If she be very well , what does she ail , that she's not very well ? Clo . Truly , she's very well , indeed , but for two things . Hel . What two things ? Clo . One , that she's not in ...
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... I the cold ground upon , With sainted vow my faults to have amended . Write , write , that , from the bloody course of war , My dearest master , your dear son may hie ; Bless him at home in peace , whilst I from far , His name with ...
... I the cold ground upon , With sainted vow my faults to have amended . Write , write , that , from the bloody course of war , My dearest master , your dear son may hie ; Bless him at home in peace , whilst I from far , His name with ...
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... i ' the battle . Par . Lose our drum ! well . Mar. He's shrewdly vex'd at something : Look , he has spied us . Wid . Marry , hang you ! Mar. And your courtesy , for a ring - carrier ! [ Exeunt Bertram , Parolles , officers , and ...
... i ' the battle . Par . Lose our drum ! well . Mar. He's shrewdly vex'd at something : Look , he has spied us . Wid . Marry , hang you ! Mar. And your courtesy , for a ring - carrier ! [ Exeunt Bertram , Parolles , officers , and ...
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... i ' the wind , Tokens and letters which she did re - send ; And this is all I have done : She's a fair creature ; Will you go see her ? 2 Lord . With all my heart , my lord . [ Exeunt . SCENE VII . - Florence . A Room in the Widow's ...
... i ' the wind , Tokens and letters which she did re - send ; And this is all I have done : She's a fair creature ; Will you go see her ? 2 Lord . With all my heart , my lord . [ Exeunt . SCENE VII . - Florence . A Room in the Widow's ...
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Page 397 - Witch Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Page 387 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Page 385 - Remains in danger of her former tooth. But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly: better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
Page 247 - 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' 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.
Page 369 - 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...
Page 367 - Like the poor cat i' the adage ? Macb. . Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
Page 245 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Page 372 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.
Page 370 - ... Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time Which now suits with it.
Page 361 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.