The Plays of William Shakspeare. In Fifteen Volumes: Glossarial index. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of WindsorH. Baldwin, 1793 |
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... LAUN . Nay , ' twill be this hour , ere I have done weeping ; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault I have received my proportion , like the prodigious fon , and am going with fir Proteus to the Imperial's court . I think ...
... LAUN . Nay , ' twill be this hour , ere I have done weeping ; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault I have received my proportion , like the prodigious fon , and am going with fir Proteus to the Imperial's court . I think ...
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... LAUN . It is no matter if the ty'd were loft ; for it is the unkindeft ty'd that ever any man ty'd . PAN . What's the unkindeft tide ? 9 LAUN . Why , he that's ty'd here ; Crab , my dog . PAN . Tut , man , I mean thou'lt lofe the flood ...
... LAUN . It is no matter if the ty'd were loft ; for it is the unkindeft ty'd that ever any man ty'd . PAN . What's the unkindeft tide ? 9 LAUN . Why , he that's ty'd here ; Crab , my dog . PAN . Tut , man , I mean thou'lt lofe the flood ...
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... LAUN . For fear thou fhould'ft lofe thy tongue . PAN . Where should I lofe my tongue ? LAUN . In thy tale . PAN . In thy tail ? LAUN . Lofe the tide , master , and the service ? if the river were dry , I tears ; if the wind were down ...
... LAUN . For fear thou fhould'ft lofe thy tongue . PAN . Where should I lofe my tongue ? LAUN . In thy tale . PAN . In thy tail ? LAUN . Lofe the tide , master , and the service ? if the river were dry , I tears ; if the wind were down ...
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... LAUN . Forfwear not thyfelf , fweet youth ; for I am not welcome . I reckon this always - that a man is never undone ... LAUN . Marry , after they closed in earnest , they parted very fairly in jest . SPEED . But fhall fhe marry him ...
... LAUN . Forfwear not thyfelf , fweet youth ; for I am not welcome . I reckon this always - that a man is never undone ... LAUN . Marry , after they closed in earnest , they parted very fairly in jest . SPEED . But fhall fhe marry him ...
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... LAUN . What a block art thou , that thou canst not ? My staff understands me . " SPEED . What thou fay'st ? LAUN . Ay , and what I do too : look thee , I'll but lean , and my staff understands me . SPEED . It ftands under thee , indeed .
... LAUN . What a block art thou , that thou canst not ? My staff understands me . " SPEED . What thou fay'st ? LAUN . Ay , and what I do too : look thee , I'll but lean , and my staff understands me . SPEED . It ftands under thee , indeed .
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Sida 80 - 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.
Sida 372 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Sida 154 - O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pros.
Sida 372 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy- buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move, To come to thee and be thy love.
Sida 141 - Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier...
Sida 143 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt, the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd and let 'em forth By my so potent Art.
Sida 39 - 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.
Sida 12 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.
Sida 231 - ... tis not to have you gone ; For why, the fools are mad if left alone. Take no repulse, whatever she doth say ; For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away : Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces ; Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels
Sida 155 - Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue Should become kings of Naples ? O, rejoice Beyond a common joy ! and set it down With gold on lasting pillars. In one voyage Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis, And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife Where he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedom In a poor isle, and all of us ourselves When no man was his own.