The Works of Shakespear: The tempest. A midsummer-night's dream. The two gentlemen of Verona. The merry wives of WindsorRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... words , to grace it . Enter Panthion . Pan . Sir Protheus , you are ftaid for . Pro . Go ; I come . Alas ! this parting ftrikes poor lovers dumb . Exeunt . SCENE 6 Laun.6 6 6 6 6 เ C SCENE . 166 The Two Gentlemen of Verona .
... words , to grace it . Enter Panthion . Pan . Sir Protheus , you are ftaid for . Pro . Go ; I come . Alas ! this parting ftrikes poor lovers dumb . Exeunt . SCENE 6 Laun.6 6 6 6 6 เ C SCENE . 166 The Two Gentlemen of Verona .
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William Shakespeare. 6 Laun.6 6 6 6 6 เ C SCENE . Changes to a Street . III . Enter Launce , with his dog Crab . NAY [ AY , ' twill be this hour ere I have done weeping ; all the kind of the Launces ⚫ have this very fault ; I have ...
William Shakespeare. 6 Laun.6 6 6 6 6 เ C SCENE . Changes to a Street . III . Enter Launce , with his dog Crab . NAY [ AY , ' twill be this hour ere I have done weeping ; all the kind of the Launces ⚫ have this very fault ; I have ...
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... Laun . For fear thou fhould't lose thy tongue . Pant . Where fhould I lofe my tongue ? Laun . In thy tale . Pant . In thy tail ? Laun . Lofe the flood , and the voyage , and the mafter , and the fervice , and the tide ? why , man , if ...
... Laun . For fear thou fhould't lose thy tongue . Pant . Where fhould I lofe my tongue ? Laun . In thy tale . Pant . In thy tail ? Laun . Lofe the flood , and the voyage , and the mafter , and the fervice , and the tide ? why , man , if ...
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... Laun . Marry , after they clos'd in earnest , they parted very fairly in jest . Speed . But fhall fhe marry him ? Laun . No. Speed . How then ? fhall he marry her ? Laun . No , neither . Speed . What , are they broken ? Laun . No , they ...
... Laun . Marry , after they clos'd in earnest , they parted very fairly in jest . Speed . But fhall fhe marry him ? Laun . No. Speed . How then ? fhall he marry her ? Laun . No , neither . Speed . What , are they broken ? Laun . No , they ...
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... Laun . Why , I tell thee , I care not tho ' he burn himself in love : If thou thou wilt go with me to the ale - house , fo ; if not , thou art an Hebrew , a Jew , and not worth the name of a Chriftian . Speed . Why ? Laun . Because thou ...
... Laun . Why , I tell thee , I care not tho ' he burn himself in love : If thou thou wilt go with me to the ale - house , fo ; if not , thou art an Hebrew , a Jew , and not worth the name of a Chriftian . Speed . Why ? Laun . Because thou ...
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Page 86 - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind ; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind...
Page 146 - If we shadows have offended. Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here, While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
Page 109 - The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed, and to arise ; And pluck the wings from painted butterflies To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes : Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.
Page 134 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact :' One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Page 69 - 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 64 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew...
Page 134 - The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold; That is the madman. The lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt. The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation, and a name.
Page 93 - The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'da beard: The fold stands empty in the drowned field, And crows are fatted with the murrain flock; The nine men's morris* is fill'd up with mud ; And the quaint mazes in the wanton green, For lack of tread, are undistinguishable...
Page 29 - ... the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things: For no kind of traffic Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil; No occupation; all men idle, all, And women too, but innocent and pure : No sovereignty— Seb.
Page 36 - 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.