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Page 106
... Laun . Nay , ' twill be this hour ere I have done weeping ; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault I have received my proportion , like the prodigious son , and am going with sir Proteus to the Imperial's court . I think Crab ...
... Laun . Nay , ' twill be this hour ere I have done weeping ; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault I have received my proportion , like the prodigious son , and am going with sir Proteus to the Imperial's court . I think Crab ...
Page 107
... Laun . It is no matter if the tied were lost ; for it is the unkindest tied that ever man tied . Pan . What's the unkindest tide ? Laun . Why , he that's tied here ; Crab , my dog . Pan . Tut , man , I mean thou'lt lose the flood : and ...
... Laun . It is no matter if the tied were lost ; for it is the unkindest tied that ever man tied . Pan . What's the unkindest tide ? Laun . Why , he that's tied here ; Crab , my dog . Pan . Tut , man , I mean thou'lt lose the flood : and ...
Page 108
... Laun . Sir , call me what thou darest . Pan . Wilt thou go ? Laun . Well , I will go . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . - Milan . A Room in the Duke's Palace . Enter VALENTINE , SILVIA , THURIO , and SPEED . Sil . Servant ! Val . Mistress . Speed ...
... Laun . Sir , call me what thou darest . Pan . Wilt thou go ? Laun . Well , I will go . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . - Milan . A Room in the Duke's Palace . Enter VALENTINE , SILVIA , THURIO , and SPEED . Sil . Servant ! Val . Mistress . Speed ...
Page 115
... Laun . Forswear not thyself , sweet youth ; for I am not welcome . I reckon this always - that a man is never undone till he be hanged ; nor never welcome to a place till some certain shot be paid , and the hostess say , Welcome . Speed ...
... Laun . Forswear not thyself , sweet youth ; for I am not welcome . I reckon this always - that a man is never undone till he be hanged ; nor never welcome to a place till some certain shot be paid , and the hostess say , Welcome . Speed ...
Page 116
... Laun . Marry , after they closed in earnest , they parted very fairly in jest . Speed . But shall she marry him ? Laun . No. Speed . How then ? shall he marry her ? Laun . No , neither . Speed . What , are they broken ? Laun . No , they ...
... Laun . Marry , after they closed in earnest , they parted very fairly in jest . Speed . But shall she marry him ? Laun . No. Speed . How then ? shall he marry her ? Laun . No , neither . Speed . What , are they broken ? Laun . No , they ...
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Page 30 - I' 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 70 - Have waked their sleepers ; oped, and let them forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure : and, when I have required Some heavenly music, (which, even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Page 148 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice...
Page 52 - Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Page 57 - O, it is monstrous, monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper : it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i...
Page 222 - That very time I saw, but thou couldst not, Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts; But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy free.
Page 225 - I pray thee, give it me. I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Page 104 - That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Page 264 - 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 70 - The charm dissolves apace; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason...