Life. New facts regarding the life of Shakespeare [by P. J. Collier] Shakespeare's will. Preface of the players [1623] Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Twelfth night. Measure for measure. Much ado about nothingPhillips and Samson, 1848 |
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... mistress , was " The Merry Wives of Windsor . " * Favored , however , as our Poet seems to have been by Elizabeth , and notwithstanding the fine incense which he offered to her vanity , it does not appear that he profited in any degree ...
... mistress , was " The Merry Wives of Windsor . " * Favored , however , as our Poet seems to have been by Elizabeth , and notwithstanding the fine incense which he offered to her vanity , it does not appear that he profited in any degree ...
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... Mistress Hall . Something of Shakspeare was in that ; but this Wholly of him , with whom she's now in bliss . Then , passenger , hast ne'er a tear To weep with her , that wept with all ? That wept , yet set herself to cheer Them up with ...
... Mistress Hall . Something of Shakspeare was in that ; but this Wholly of him , with whom she's now in bliss . Then , passenger , hast ne'er a tear To weep with her , that wept with all ? That wept , yet set herself to cheer Them up with ...
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... mistress , which I serve , quickens what's dead , And makes my labors pleasures : O , she is Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed ; And he's composed of harshness . I must remove Some thousands of these logs , and pile them ...
... mistress , which I serve , quickens what's dead , And makes my labors pleasures : O , she is Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed ; And he's composed of harshness . I must remove Some thousands of these logs , and pile them ...
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... mistress , If you'll sit down , I'll bear your logs the while : Pray , give me that ; I'll carry it to the pile . Fer . No , precious creature ; I'd rather crack my sinews , break my back , Than you should such dishonor undergo , While ...
... mistress , If you'll sit down , I'll bear your logs the while : Pray , give me that ; I'll carry it to the pile . Fer . No , precious creature ; I'd rather crack my sinews , break my back , Than you should such dishonor undergo , While ...
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... mistress , dearest , My husband then ? Fer . Ay , with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom : here's my hand . Mira . And mine , with my heart in't : and now farewell , Till half an hour hence . Fer . A thousand ! thousand ...
... mistress , dearest , My husband then ? Fer . Ay , with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom : here's my hand . Mira . And mine , with my heart in't : and now farewell , Till half an hour hence . Fer . A thousand ! thousand ...
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Page 69 - 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 ". PRO.
Page 373 - 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 357 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Page 51 - 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 sometimes 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 22 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other; when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Page 249 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Page 67 - 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.
Page 385 - 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 278 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Page 68 - 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.