A Supplement to the Plays of William Shakspeare: Comprising the Seven Dramas which Have Been Ascribed to His Pen, But which are Not Included with His Writings in Modern Editions ...Alden and Beardsley, 1855 - 178 pages |
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... I'll speak anon . 3 Queen . Oh , my petition was [ Kneels to EMILIA . Set down in ice , which by hot grief uncandied Melts into drops ; so sorrow wanting form Is pressed with deeper matter . Emi . Pray stand up ; Your grief is written ...
... I'll speak anon . 3 Queen . Oh , my petition was [ Kneels to EMILIA . Set down in ice , which by hot grief uncandied Melts into drops ; so sorrow wanting form Is pressed with deeper matter . Emi . Pray stand up ; Your grief is written ...
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... I'll not dare To ask you anything , nor be so hardy Ever to take a husband . Thes . Pray stand up ! I am entreating of myself to do That which you kneel to have me . Perithous , Lead on the bride ! Get you and pray the gods For success ...
... I'll not dare To ask you anything , nor be so hardy Ever to take a husband . Thes . Pray stand up ! I am entreating of myself to do That which you kneel to have me . Perithous , Lead on the bride ! Get you and pray the gods For success ...
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... I'll solicit : and Since , in our terrene state petitions are not Without gifts understood , I'll offer to her What I shall be advised she likes . Our hearts Are in his army , in his tent ! In ' s bosom ! Hip . We have been soldiers ...
... I'll solicit : and Since , in our terrene state petitions are not Without gifts understood , I'll offer to her What I shall be advised she likes . Our hearts Are in his army , in his tent ! In ' s bosom ! Hip . We have been soldiers ...
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... I'll have a gown full of them , and of these ; This is a pretty color : will't not do Rarely upon a skirt , wench ? Serv . Dainty , madam . Arc . Cousin ! How do you , sir ? Why , Pala mon ! Pal . Never ' till now was I in prison ...
... I'll have a gown full of them , and of these ; This is a pretty color : will't not do Rarely upon a skirt , wench ? Serv . Dainty , madam . Arc . Cousin ! How do you , sir ? Why , Pala mon ! Pal . Never ' till now was I in prison ...
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... I'll nail thy life to't ! Arc . Thou darest not , fool ; thou canst not ; thou art feeble ! Put my head out ? I'll throw my body out , And leap the garden , when I see her next , Enter GAOLER . And pitch3 between her arms , to anger ...
... I'll nail thy life to't ! Arc . Thou darest not , fool ; thou canst not ; thou art feeble ! Put my head out ? I'll throw my body out , And leap the garden , when I see her next , Enter GAOLER . And pitch3 between her arms , to anger ...
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Page 178 - There is a gentle nymph not far from hence, That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream: Sabrina is her name: a virgin pure; Whilom she was the daughter of Locrine, That had the sceptre from his father Brute. She, guiltless damsel, flying the mad pursuit Of her enraged stepdame, Guendolen, 830 Commended her fair innocence to the flood That stayed her flight with his cross-flowing course.
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Page 19 - Tied, weav'd, entangled, with so true, so long, And with a finger of so deep a cunning. May be out-worn, never undone. I think Theseus cannot be umpire to himself, Cleaving his conscience into twain, and doing Each side like justice, which he loves best.
Page 22 - Yet, cousin, Even from the bottom of these miseries, From all that Fortune can inflict upon us, I see two comforts rising, two mere blessings, If the gods please to hold here, — a brave patience, And the enjoying of our griefs together.
Page 22 - That woo the wills of men to vanity, I see through now, and am sufficient To tell the world, 'tis but a gaudy shadow, That old Time, as he passes by, takes with him. What had we been old in the court of Creon, Where sin is justice — lust and ignorance The virtues of the great ones : cousin Arcite, Had not the loving gods found this place for us, We had died as they do, ill old men, unwept, And had their epitaphs, the people's curses.
Page 16 - The scythe-tusk'd boar ; that, with thy arm as strong As it is white, wast near to make the male To thy sex captive ; but that this thy lord (Born to uphold creation in that honour First nature styl'd it in) shrunk thee into The bound thou wast o'erflowing, at once subduing Thy force, and thy affection...
Page 19 - The one of th' other may be said to water Their intertangled roots of love ; but I And she (I sigh and spoke of) were things innocent, Loved for we did, and like the elements, That know not what, nor why, yet do effect Rare issues by their operance, our souls Did so to one another . what she...
Page 16 - gainst a capital grief indeed ; — Such heart-pierc'd demonstration ! — but, alas, Being a natural sister of our sex, Your sorrow beats so ardently upon me, That it shall make a counter-reflect 'gainst My brother's heart, and warm it to some pity. Though it were made of stone : pray, have good comfort. Thes. Forward to the temple ! leave not out a jot O' the sacred ceremony. First Queen. O, this celebration Will longer last, and be more costly, than Your suppliants...
Page 17 - But one night with her, every hour in 't will Take hostage of thee for a hundred, and Thou shalt remember nothing more, than what That banquet bids thee to. Hip. Though much unliking You should be so transported, as much sorry I should be such a suitor, yet I think Did I not by th...