The plays of William Shakespeare, ed. by T. Keightley, Part 37, Volume 2 |
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... give me good education ; you have trained me like a peasant , ob- scuring and hiding from me all gentleman - like qua- lities . The spirit of my father grows strong in me , and I will no longer endure it : therefore allow me such ...
... give me good education ; you have trained me like a peasant , ob- scuring and hiding from me all gentleman - like qua- lities . The spirit of my father grows strong in me , and I will no longer endure it : therefore allow me such ...
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... give us leave . Duke F. You will take little delight in it , I can tell you , there is such odds in the men . In pity of the challenger's youth , I would fain dissuade him , but he will not be entreated . Speak to him , ladies ; see if ...
... give us leave . Duke F. You will take little delight in it , I can tell you , there is such odds in the men . In pity of the challenger's youth , I would fain dissuade him , but he will not be entreated . Speak to him , ladies ; see if ...
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... give thee mine . I charge thee , be not thou more griev'd than I am . Ros . I have more cause . Cel . Thou hast not , cousin . Pr'ythee , be cheerful ; know'st thou not , the Duke Hath banish'd me , his daughter ? Ros . That he hath not ...
... give thee mine . I charge thee , be not thou more griev'd than I am . Ros . I have more cause . Cel . Thou hast not , cousin . Pr'ythee , be cheerful ; know'st thou not , the Duke Hath banish'd me , his daughter ? Ros . That he hath not ...
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... give us any food ; I faint almost to death . Touch . Ros . Peace , fool ; he's not thy kinsman . Cor . Who calls ? Touch . Holla ; you clown ! Your betters , sir . Peace , I say . Cor . Else are they very wretched . Ros . Good even to ...
... give us any food ; I faint almost to death . Touch . Ros . Peace , fool ; he's not thy kinsman . Cor . Who calls ? Touch . Holla ; you clown ! Your betters , sir . Peace , I say . Cor . Else are they very wretched . Ros . Good even to ...
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... give heaven thanks , and make no boast of them . Come , warble , come . SONG . Who doth ambition shun , And loves to live i ' the sun , Seeking the food he eats , [ All together here . And pleas'd with what he gets , Come hither , come ...
... give heaven thanks , and make no boast of them . Come , warble , come . SONG . Who doth ambition shun , And loves to live i ' the sun , Seeking the food he eats , [ All together here . And pleas'd with what he gets , Come hither , come ...
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Page 473 - 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 559 - Be not afeard ; 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 sometimes voices That, if I then had...
Page 574 - twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt, the...
Page 573 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art ? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury Do I take part. The rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance ; they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
Page 531 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ! Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Page 530 - Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me ; would'st give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...
Page 547 - A strange fish ! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man : any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a man ! and his fins like arms ! Warm o...