The Works of William Shakespeare, Volym 8Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1812 |
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... Emil . You have little cause to say so . Iago . Come on , come on ; you are pictures out of doors , Bells in your parlours , wild cats in your kitchens , Saints in your injuries , devils being offended , Players in your housewifery ...
... Emil . You have little cause to say so . Iago . Come on , come on ; you are pictures out of doors , Bells in your parlours , wild cats in your kitchens , Saints in your injuries , devils being offended , Players in your housewifery ...
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... Emil . How , if fair and foolish ? Iago . She never yet was foolish that was fair ; For even her folly help'd her to an heir . Des . These are old fond paradoxes , to make fools laugh i'the alehouse . What miserable praise hast thou for ...
... Emil . How , if fair and foolish ? Iago . She never yet was foolish that was fair ; For even her folly help'd her to an heir . Des . These are old fond paradoxes , to make fools laugh i'the alehouse . What miserable praise hast thou for ...
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... Emil . Good - morrow , good lieutenant : I am sorry For your displeasure ; but all will soon be well . The general , and his wife , are talking of it ; And she speaks for you stoutly : The Moor replies , That he , you hurt , is of great ...
... Emil . Good - morrow , good lieutenant : I am sorry For your displeasure ; but all will soon be well . The general , and his wife , are talking of it ; And she speaks for you stoutly : The Moor replies , That he , you hurt , is of great ...
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... Emil . Pray you , come in ; I will bestow you where you shall have time To speak your bosom freely . Cas . I am much bound to you . SCENE II . [ Exeunt . A Room in the Castle . Enter OTHELLO , IAGO , and Gentlemen . Oth . These letters ...
... Emil . Pray you , come in ; I will bestow you where you shall have time To speak your bosom freely . Cas . I am much bound to you . SCENE II . [ Exeunt . A Room in the Castle . Enter OTHELLO , IAGO , and Gentlemen . Oth . These letters ...
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... Emil . Madam , here comes My lord . Cas . Madam , I'll take my leave . Des . Why , stay , And hear me speak . Cas . Madam , not now ; I am very ill at ease , Unfit for mine own purposes . Des . Well , well , Do your discretion , Iago ...
... Emil . Madam , here comes My lord . Cas . Madam , I'll take my leave . Des . Why , stay , And hear me speak . Cas . Madam , not now ; I am very ill at ease , Unfit for mine own purposes . Des . Well , well , Do your discretion , Iago ...
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Sida 104 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Sida 51 - Speak the speech I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Sida 70 - Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : — But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up ; to be discarded thence ! Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in ! Turn thy complexion there, Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin, Ay, there, look grim as hell ! Des.
Sida 61 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O! I have ta'en Too little care of this. Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou may'st shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Sida 20 - Angels and ministers of grace defend us ! — Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked, or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee, Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me: Let me not burst in ignorance!
Sida 76 - How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Sida 53 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Sida 14 - Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approv'd good masters,— That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true; true, I have married her; The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Sida 106 - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Sida 50 - The observ'd of all observers ! quite, quite down ! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh...