The Works of William Shakespeare...William Shakespeare, Arthur Henry Bullen, Jean Jules Jusserand, Henry Davey, Robert Bridges, Henry Charles Beeching, Edmund Kerchever Chambers, Marion Harry Spielmann Shakespeare head Press, 1904 - 2 pages |
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... Imagine howling ! - ' tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life That age , ache , penury , and imprisonment Can lay on nature , is a paradise To what we fear of death . Isab . Alas , alas ! Claud . Sweet sister , let ...
... Imagine howling ! - ' tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life That age , ache , penury , and imprisonment Can lay on nature , is a paradise To what we fear of death . Isab . Alas , alas ! Claud . Sweet sister , let ...
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ABHORSON ARIEL Barnardine brother Caliban Claud Claudio daughter death doth Duke Duke of Milan Enter MISTRESS Escal Evans Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fault fear friar gentle gentleman give grace hath hear heart heaven HENRY CONdell Herne the hunter hither honour Host HUGH EVANS husband Isab Julia knave Launce letter look Lord Angelo Lucio Madam maid Marry Master Brook master doctor Master Slender Milan Mistress Anne Mistress Ford monster never night oman pardon Pist Pompey pray Pros PROSPERO Prov Provost Quick SCENE servant Shal Silvia Sir Hugh Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Proteus Slen speak Speed Stephano strange sweet Sycorax tell thank thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio Trin Trinculo Valentine warrant What's wife William Shakespeare Windsor woman word
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Page 238 - That to th' observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste 30 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 33 - 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 68 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Page 272 - 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...
Page 127 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness: Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling; She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.
Page 285 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Page 56 - 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' the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Page 71 - What is this maid with whom thou wast at play ? Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours: Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us, And brought us thus together ? Fer.
Page 67 - 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.
Page 65 - gainst my fury Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel : My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, And they shall be themselves.