The Plays of William Shakspeare. In Fifteen Volumes: Glossarial index. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor |
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Launce , servant to Proteus . Panthino , servant to Antonio . Hoft , where Julia
lodges in Milan . Out - laws . Julia , a lady of Verona , beloved by Proteus . Silvia ,
the duke's daughter , beloved by Valentine . Lucetta , waiting - woman to Julia .
Launce , servant to Proteus . Panthino , servant to Antonio . Hoft , where Julia
lodges in Milan . Out - laws . Julia , a lady of Verona , beloved by Proteus . Silvia ,
the duke's daughter , beloved by Valentine . Lucetta , waiting - woman to Julia .
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Go , go , be gone , to save your ship from wreck ; Which cannot perish , having
thee aboard , Being destin'd to a drier death on shore :I must send some better
messenger ; I fear , my Julia would not deign my lines , Receiving them from such
a ...
Go , go , be gone , to save your ship from wreck ; Which cannot perish , having
thee aboard , Being destin'd to a drier death on shore :I must send some better
messenger ; I fear , my Julia would not deign my lines , Receiving them from such
a ...
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A Room in Julia's House . Enter Proteus and Julia . Pro . Have patience , gentle
Julia . Jul . I must , where is no remedy . Pro . When possibly I can , I will return .
Jul . If you turn not , you will return the sooner : Keep this remembrance for thy ...
A Room in Julia's House . Enter Proteus and Julia . Pro . Have patience , gentle
Julia . Jul . I must , where is no remedy . Pro . When possibly I can , I will return .
Jul . If you turn not , you will return the sooner : Keep this remembrance for thy ...
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Enter PROTEUS and JULIA . Pro . Sebastian is thy name ? I like thee well , And
will employ thee in some service presently . Jul . In what you please ; —I will do
what I can . Pro . I hope , thou wilt . — How now , you whorefon peasant ?
Enter PROTEUS and JULIA . Pro . Sebastian is thy name ? I like thee well , And
will employ thee in some service presently . Jul . In what you please ; —I will do
what I can . Pro . I hope , thou wilt . — How now , you whorefon peasant ?
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How ! let me see : 5 Why this is the ring I gave to Julia . Jul . O , cry you mercy , sir
, I have mistook ; This is the ring you sent to Silvia . [ Shows another ring . Pro .
But , how cam'st thou by this ring ? at my depart , I gave this unto Julia . Jul .
How ! let me see : 5 Why this is the ring I gave to Julia . Jul . O , cry you mercy , sir
, I have mistook ; This is the ring you sent to Silvia . [ Shows another ring . Pro .
But , how cam'st thou by this ring ? at my depart , I gave this unto Julia . Jul .
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Page 78 - 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.
Page 370 - 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.
Page 152 - O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pros.
Page 370 - 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.
Page 139 - 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...
Page 141 - 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.
Page 37 - 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.
Page 10 - 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.
Page 230 - ... 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
Page 153 - 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.