The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, Volume 3 |
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William Shakespeare George Steevens. I.Uvans del . I could not say Amen When they did say . God bless us London . Printed for EC & J . Rivington and Partners . S.Noble.sc . YOLLLAMY OF ' મેં મેં H SHAKSPEARE . Bight folumes.
William Shakespeare George Steevens. I.Uvans del . I could not say Amen When they did say . God bless us London . Printed for EC & J . Rivington and Partners . S.Noble.sc . YOLLLAMY OF ' મેં મેં H SHAKSPEARE . Bight folumes.
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... noble : My master , my dear lord he is ; and I His servant live , and will his vassal die : He must not be my brother . Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , madam ; ' Would you were ( So that my lord , your son , were ...
... noble : My master , my dear lord he is ; and I His servant live , and will his vassal die : He must not be my brother . Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , madam ; ' Would you were ( So that my lord , your son , were ...
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... noble mistress ! Count . Love you my son ? Hel . Do not you love him , madam ? Count . Go not about ; my love hath in't a bond , Whereof the world takes note : come , come , disclose The state of your affection ; for your passions Have ...
... noble mistress ! Count . Love you my son ? Hel . Do not you love him , madam ? Count . Go not about ; my love hath in't a bond , Whereof the world takes note : come , come , disclose The state of your affection ; for your passions Have ...
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... Noble heroes , my sword and yours are kin . Good sparks and lustrous , a word , good metals : - You shall find in the regiment of the Spinii , one captain Spurio , with his cicatrice , an emblem of war , here on his sinister cheek ; it ...
... Noble heroes , my sword and yours are kin . Good sparks and lustrous , a word , good metals : - You shall find in the regiment of the Spinii , one captain Spurio , with his cicatrice , an emblem of war , here on his sinister cheek ; it ...
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... noble . lords ; you have restrained yourself within the list of too cold an adieu : be more expressive to them ; for they wear themselves in the cap of time * , there , do muster true gaitt , eat , speak , and move under the influence ...
... noble . lords ; you have restrained yourself within the list of too cold an adieu : be more expressive to them ; for they wear themselves in the cap of time * , there , do muster true gaitt , eat , speak , and move under the influence ...
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Antigonus Antipholus Autolycus Banquo Baptista bear Bertram Bian Bianca Bion Biondello blood Bohemia Camillo Cleomenes Count daughter death dost doth Dromio Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear Fleance fool Gent gentleman give Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honour Hortensio husband i'the is't Kate Kath Katharina king knave knock Lady Lady Macbeth Leon look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam maid marry master mistress Narbon never noble o'the Padua Paul Petruchio Pisa Polixenes poor pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Rosse Rousillon SCENE Servant Shep Sicilia signior Sirrah sister sleep speak swear sweet Syracuse tell thane thee There's thine things thou art thou hast Tranio unto villain Vincentio What's wife Witch
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Page 378 - 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.
Page 374 - 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 250 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids...
Page 378 - And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Page 188 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land...
Page 382 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Which was not so before. — There's no such thing : It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes. — Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep...
Page 382 - Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design 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 367 - Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
Page 426 - Himself best knows : but strangely-visited people, All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The mere despair of surgery, he cures ; Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, Put on with holy prayers : and, 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction.
Page 406 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M.