The dramatic works of William Shakespeare, with copious glossarial notes and biogr. notice [by R. Inglis]. |
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... dead , it is but too plain why the various parties pushed on the legal solemnisation of the union . The truth is , the editors of Shakespeare have a feverish anxiety to show that his character was all but immaculate . The slightest ...
... dead , it is but too plain why the various parties pushed on the legal solemnisation of the union . The truth is , the editors of Shakespeare have a feverish anxiety to show that his character was all but immaculate . The slightest ...
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... dead of darkness The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Me , and thy crying self . Mira . Alack , for pity ! I , not rememb'ring how I cried out then , Will cry it o'er again : it is a hint , That wrings inine eyes to ' t . Pro ...
... dead of darkness The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Me , and thy crying self . Mira . Alack , for pity ! I , not rememb'ring how I cried out then , Will cry it o'er again : it is a hint , That wrings inine eyes to ' t . Pro ...
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... dead or alive ? A fish : he smells like a fish : a very ancient and fish - like smell ; a kind of , not of the newest , Poor - John . A strange fish ! Were I in England now ( as once I was ) , and had but this fish painted , not a ...
... dead or alive ? A fish : he smells like a fish : a very ancient and fish - like smell ; a kind of , not of the newest , Poor - John . A strange fish ! Were I in England now ( as once I was ) , and had but this fish painted , not a ...
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... dead moon - calf's gaberdine for fear of the storm . And art thou living , Stephano ? O Stephano ? two Neapolitans ' scap'd ! S. Pr'ythee , do not turn me about : my stomach is not constant . Cal . These be fine things , an if they be ...
... dead moon - calf's gaberdine for fear of the storm . And art thou living , Stephano ? O Stephano ? two Neapolitans ' scap'd ! S. Pr'ythee , do not turn me about : my stomach is not constant . Cal . These be fine things , an if they be ...
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... dead , And makes my labours pleasures . O ! she is Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed ; And he's compos'd of harshness . I must remove Some thousands of these logs , and pile them up , Upon a sore injunction . My sweet ...
... dead , And makes my labours pleasures . O ! she is Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed ; And he's compos'd of harshness . I must remove Some thousands of these logs , and pile them up , Upon a sore injunction . My sweet ...
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Page 993 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Page 145 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Page 387 - Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,...
Page 280 - That very time I saw, (but thou couldst not,) Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon; And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Page 958 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly...