The dramatic works of Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson and Stevens [sic. Wanting pp |
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... Kath . The young Dumain , a well accom- Of all that virtue love for virtue lov'd : fill ; Most power to do most harm , least knowing For he hath wit to make an ill shape good , And shape to win grace though he had no wit . I saw him at ...
... Kath . The young Dumain , a well accom- Of all that virtue love for virtue lov'd : fill ; Most power to do most harm , least knowing For he hath wit to make an ill shape good , And shape to win grace though he had no wit . I saw him at ...
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... KATH . Cost . By my troth , most pleasant ! how both did fit it ! Mar. A mark marvellous well shot ; for they both did hit it . Boyet . A mark ! O , mark but that mark ; A mark , says my lady ! Let the mark have a prick in't , to mete ...
... KATH . Cost . By my troth , most pleasant ! how both did fit it ! Mar. A mark marvellous well shot ; for they both did hit it . Boyet . A mark ! O , mark but that mark ; A mark , says my lady ! Let the mark have a prick in't , to mete ...
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... Kath . A light condition in a beauty dark . Ros . We need more light to find your meaning out . [ in snuff ; Kath . You'll mar the light , by taking it Therefore , I'll darkly end the argument . Ros . Look , what you do , you do it ...
... Kath . A light condition in a beauty dark . Ros . We need more light to find your meaning out . [ in snuff ; Kath . You'll mar the light , by taking it Therefore , I'll darkly end the argument . Ros . Look , what you do , you do it ...
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... Kath . Fair as a text B in a copy book . Ros . Ware pencils ! How ? let me not die your debtor , My red dominical , my golden letter : O , that your face were not so full of O's ! Kath . A pox of that jest ! and beshrew all shrows ...
... Kath . Fair as a text B in a copy book . Ros . Ware pencils ! How ? let me not die your debtor , My red dominical , my golden letter : O , that your face were not so full of O's ! Kath . A pox of that jest ! and beshrew all shrows ...
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... Kath . But , in this changing , what is your Prin . The effect of my intent is , to cross theirs : They do it but in mocking merriment ; And mock for mock is only my intent . Their several counsels they unbosom shall To loves mistook ...
... Kath . But , in this changing , what is your Prin . The effect of my intent is , to cross theirs : They do it but in mocking merriment ; And mock for mock is only my intent . Their several counsels they unbosom shall To loves mistook ...
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art thou better Biron blood Boling Boyet brother Cassio Claud Claudio comes daughter dear death Desdemona dost thou doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool Ford gentle gentleman give grace Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Iago Isab John Kath Kent king knave lady Laertes lago Laun Lear Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress Moth never night noble Othello pardon Pedro Petruchio POLONIUS Pompey poor pr'ythee pray Proteus Queen Re-enter SCENE signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK soul speak swear sweet tell thank thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue Tranio true villain What's wife woman word
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Sida 230 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Sida vi - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Sida 217 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Sida 207 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me, I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Sida 6 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Sida 207 - He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million : laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies ; and what's his reason? I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?
Sida 1 - No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Sida 8 - The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Sida 226 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.