The Plays of Shakspeare, Svazek 1Hurst, Robinson, and Company, 1819 |
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... death . [ Exit . But that the sea , mounting to the welkin's cheek , Dashes the fire out . O , I have suffered With those I saw suffer ! a brave vessel , Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her , Dash'd all to pieces . O , the cry ...
... death . [ Exit . But that the sea , mounting to the welkin's cheek , Dashes the fire out . O , I have suffered With those I saw suffer ! a brave vessel , Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her , Dash'd all to pieces . O , the cry ...
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... death That now hath seiz'd them ; why , they were no worse Than now they are : There be , that can rule Naples , As well as he that sleeps ; lords , that can prate As amply , and unnecessarily , As this Gonzalo ; I myself could make A ...
... death That now hath seiz'd them ; why , they were no worse Than now they are : There be , that can rule Naples , As well as he that sleeps ; lords , that can prate As amply , and unnecessarily , As this Gonzalo ; I myself could make A ...
Strana 37
... death , rather than living torment ? To die , is to be banish'd from myself ; And Silvia is myself : banish'd from ... death , to fly his deadly doom : Tarry I here , I but attend on death ; But , fly I hence , fly away from life . And ...
... death , rather than living torment ? To die , is to be banish'd from myself ; And Silvia is myself : banish'd from ... death , to fly his deadly doom : Tarry I here , I but attend on death ; But , fly I hence , fly away from life . And ...
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... death ; Come not within the measure of my wrath : Do not name Silvia thine ; if once again , Milan shall not behold thee . Here she stands , Take but possession of her with a touch ; — I dare thee but to breathe upon my love.- Thu. Sir ...
... death ; Come not within the measure of my wrath : Do not name Silvia thine ; if once again , Milan shall not behold thee . Here she stands , Take but possession of her with a touch ; — I dare thee but to breathe upon my love.- Thu. Sir ...
Strana 66
... death that I abhor ; for the water swells a man ; and what a thing should I have ners , I must advance the colours of my love , And not retire : Let me have your good will . Anne . Good mother , do not marry me to yond ' fool . Mrs Page ...
... death that I abhor ; for the water swells a man ; and what a thing should I have ners , I must advance the colours of my love , And not retire : Let me have your good will . Anne . Good mother , do not marry me to yond ' fool . Mrs Page ...
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Strana 255 - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose well...
Strana 12 - 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
Strana 168 - Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Strana 88 - 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.
Strana 462 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...