The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 3E. Moxon, 1857 |
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... dear love , They say , she hath abjur'd the company And sight of men . ( * ) Vio . O that I serv'd that lady , And might not be deliver'd to the world , Till I had made mine own occasion mellow , What my estate is ! Cap . That were hard ...
... dear love , They say , she hath abjur'd the company And sight of men . ( * ) Vio . O that I serv'd that lady , And might not be deliver'd to the world , Till I had made mine own occasion mellow , What my estate is ! Cap . That were hard ...
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... dear knight ? Sir And . What is pourquoi ? do or not do ? I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues that I have in fencing , dancing , and bear - baiting : O , had I but followed the arts ! Sir To . Then hadst thou had an ...
... dear knight ? Sir And . What is pourquoi ? do or not do ? I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues that I have in fencing , dancing , and bear - baiting : O , had I but followed the arts ! Sir To . Then hadst thou had an ...
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... dear faith ! It shall become thee well to act my woes ; She will attend it better in thy youth Than in a nuncio of more grave aspéct . Vio . I think not so , my lord . Dear lad , believe it ; Duke . For they shall yet belie thy happy ...
... dear faith ! It shall become thee well to act my woes ; She will attend it better in thy youth Than in a nuncio of more grave aspéct . Vio . I think not so , my lord . Dear lad , believe it ; Duke . For they shall yet belie thy happy ...
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... dear heart , since I must needs be gone . [ Singing . ( 16 ) Mar. Nay , good Sir Toby . Clo . His eyes do show his days are almost done . [ Singing . Mal . Is ' t even so ? Sir To . But I will never die . [ Singing . Clo . Sir Toby ...
... dear heart , since I must needs be gone . [ Singing . ( 16 ) Mar. Nay , good Sir Toby . Clo . His eyes do show his days are almost done . [ Singing . Mal . Is ' t even so ? Sir To . But I will never die . [ Singing . Clo . Sir Toby ...
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... dear knight ? Sir And . I have no exquisite reason for ' t , but I have reason good enough . Mar. The devil a puritan that he is , or any thing con- stantly , but a time - pleaser ; an affectioned ass , that cons state without book ...
... dear knight ? Sir And . I have no exquisite reason for ' t , but I have reason good enough . Mar. The devil a puritan that he is , or any thing con- stantly , but a time - pleaser ; an affectioned ass , that cons state without book ...
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Page 28 - O, fellow, come, the song we had last night. Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain; The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love. Like the old age.: CLO.
Page 435 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Page 557 - Whose high upreared and abutting fronts The perilous, narrow ocean parts asunder. Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance : Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...
Page 496 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Page 28 - 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.
Page 3 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.