The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Volume 15R. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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... tongue , thy visage no mortal frayltie resembleth . 66 No doubt , a goddesse ! " Edit . 1583. FARMER . 9- certainly a maid . ] Nothing could be more prettily ima- gined to illustrate the singularity of her character , than this plea ...
... tongue , thy visage no mortal frayltie resembleth . 66 No doubt , a goddesse ! " Edit . 1583. FARMER . 9- certainly a maid . ] Nothing could be more prettily ima- gined to illustrate the singularity of her character , than this plea ...
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... tongue ! ALON . I pr'ythee , spare . GON . Well , I have done : But yet- SEB . He will be talking . ANT . Which of them , he , or Adrian , for a good wager , first begins to crow ? SEB . The old cock . ANT . The cockrel . SEB . Done ...
... tongue ! ALON . I pr'ythee , spare . GON . Well , I have done : But yet- SEB . He will be talking . ANT . Which of them , he , or Adrian , for a good wager , first begins to crow ? SEB . The old cock . ANT . The cockrel . SEB . Done ...
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... 1593 : “ - found nobody at home but an ape , that sate in the porch and made mops and mows at him . " MALONE . • Their PRICKS ] i . e . prickles . STEEVENS . All wound with adders , who , with cloven tongues SC . II . 93 TEMPEST .
... 1593 : “ - found nobody at home but an ape , that sate in the porch and made mops and mows at him . " MALONE . • Their PRICKS ] i . e . prickles . STEEVENS . All wound with adders , who , with cloven tongues SC . II . 93 TEMPEST .
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William Shakespeare James Boswell. All wound with adders , who , with cloven tongues , Do hiss me into madness : -Lo ! now ! lo ! Enter TRINCULO . Here comes a spirit of his ; and to torment me , For bringing wood in slowly : I'll fall ...
William Shakespeare James Boswell. All wound with adders , who , with cloven tongues , Do hiss me into madness : -Lo ! now ! lo ! Enter TRINCULO . Here comes a spirit of his ; and to torment me , For bringing wood in slowly : I'll fall ...
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... tongue with a tang , Would cry to a sailor , Go , hang : She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch , Yet a tailor might scratch her where - e'er she did itch : Then to sea , boys , and let her go hang . This is a scurvy tune too ...
... tongue with a tang , Would cry to a sailor , Go , hang : She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch , Yet a tailor might scratch her where - e'er she did itch : Then to sea , boys , and let her go hang . This is a scurvy tune too ...
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Page 310 - Heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb. I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word ; Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Page 108 - hest to say so! Fer. Admir'd Miranda! Indeed the top of admiration ; worth What's dearest to the world ! Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard ; and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear...
Page 54 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me and mad'st much of me, wouldst 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' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Page 159 - 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 134 - Sour-ey'd disdain , and discord , shall bestrew The union of your bed with weeds so loathly That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed, As Hymen's lamps shall light you.
Page 131 - O, it is monstrous, monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and the thunder. That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper : it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' th' ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Page 120 - 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 waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Page 162 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Page 183 - Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own, Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, I must be here confined by you, Or sent to Naples.
Page 33 - But what my power might else exact, — like one Who having unto truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie...