The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, Volume 3Carpenter and Son, 1813 |
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... Bian . Sister , content you in my discontent.- Sir , to your pleasure humbly I subscribe : My books , and instruments , shall be my company ; On them to look , and practise by myself . Luc . Hark , Tranio ! thou may'st hear Minerva ...
... Bian . Sister , content you in my discontent.- Sir , to your pleasure humbly I subscribe : My books , and instruments , shall be my company ; On them to look , and practise by myself . Luc . Hark , Tranio ! thou may'st hear Minerva ...
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... Bian . Good sister , wrong me not , nor wrong your- [ self , To make a bondmaid and a slave of me ; That I disdain ... Bian . Believe me , sister , of all the men alive , I never yet beheld that special face Which I could fancy ...
... Bian . Good sister , wrong me not , nor wrong your- [ self , To make a bondmaid and a slave of me ; That I disdain ... Bian . Believe me , sister , of all the men alive , I never yet beheld that special face Which I could fancy ...
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William Shakespeare. Bian . Is it for him you do envy me so ? Nay , then you jest ; and now I well perceive , You have but jested with me all this while : I pr'ythee , sister , Kate , untie my hands . Kath . If that be jest , then all ...
William Shakespeare. Bian . Is it for him you do envy me so ? Nay , then you jest ; and now I well perceive , You have but jested with me all this while : I pr'ythee , sister , Kate , untie my hands . Kath . If that be jest , then all ...
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... me leave to read philosophy , And , while I pause , serve in your harmony . Hor . Sirrah , I will not bear these braves of thine . Bian . Why , gentlemen , you do me double wrong , To strive for that which resteth in my choice : ACT III .
... me leave to read philosophy , And , while I pause , serve in your harmony . Hor . Sirrah , I will not bear these braves of thine . Bian . Why , gentlemen , you do me double wrong , To strive for that which resteth in my choice : ACT III .
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... Bian . Where left we last ? Luc . Here , madam : - Hac ibat Simois ; hic est Sigeia tellus ; Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis . Bian . Construe them . Luc . Hac ibat , as I told you before , Simois , I am Lucentio , -hic est , son ...
... Bian . Where left we last ? Luc . Here , madam : - Hac ibat Simois ; hic est Sigeia tellus ; Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis . Bian . Construe them . Luc . Hac ibat , as I told you before , Simois , I am Lucentio , -hic est , son ...
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Antigonus Antipholus art thou Aumerle Autolycus Banquo Bast bear Bian Bianca Bion Biondello BISHOP of CARLISLE blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath Camillo Cleomenes cousin daughter death dost doth Dromio Duch duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair father Faulconbridge fear Fleance friends Gaunt gentleman give grief Grumio hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Hortensio Hubert husband i'the John Kate Kath king KING JOHN Lady Leon liege look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam majesty master mistress never noble Northumberland o'the Padua PANDULPH pardon peace Petruchio Polixenes pray prince queen Rich Rosse SCENE Servant shalt shame Shep signior sorrow soul speak sweet tell thane thee There's thine thou art thou hast tongue Tranio unto villain wife Witch word
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Page 11 - 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.
Page 9 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it...
Page 12 - Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i
Page 18 - Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Page 46 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Page 43 - What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief? Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you ; But you at your sick service had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love...
Page 52 - 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 9 - The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you...
Page 18 - This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of War, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea...
Page 19 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's son : This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement, or pelting farm...