The Dramatic Works of ShakespeareErnst Fleischer, 1824 - 830 pages |
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... Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better And thy no greater father . Mira . More to know Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , Did never meddle with my thoughts . Pro . " Tis time ...
... Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better And thy no greater father . Mira . More to know Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , Did never meddle with my thoughts . Pro . " Tis time ...
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... Thou poisonous slave , got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam , come forth ! Cal . As wicked dew as e'er my ... art , When I arriv'd , and heard thee , that made gape The pine , and let thee out . Filth as thou art , with ...
... Thou poisonous slave , got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam , come forth ! Cal . As wicked dew as e'er my ... art , When I arriv'd , and heard thee , that made gape The pine , and let thee out . Filth as thou art , with ...
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... art thou not drowned , Stephano ? I hope now , ter here about : Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows . I will here shroud , till the dregs of the storm be past . Enter STEPHANO , singing ; a bottle in his hand . Ste . I shall ...
... art thou not drowned , Stephano ? I hope now , ter here about : Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows . I will here shroud , till the dregs of the storm be past . Enter STEPHANO , singing ; a bottle in his hand . Ste . I shall ...
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... thou think so , spirit ? Ani . Mine would , sir , were I human . Pro . And mine shall . Hastthou , which art but air , a touch , a feeling Oftheir afflictions ? and shall not myself , One oftheir kind , that relish all as sharply ...
... thou think so , spirit ? Ani . Mine would , sir , were I human . Pro . And mine shall . Hastthou , which art but air , a touch , a feeling Oftheir afflictions ? and shall not myself , One oftheir kind , that relish all as sharply ...
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... thou art Merops'son , ) Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car , And with thy daring folly burn the world ? Wilt thou reach stars , because they shine on thee ? Go , baseintruder ! over - weening slave ! Bestow thy fawning smiles on ...
... thou art Merops'son , ) Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car , And with thy daring folly burn the world ? Wilt thou reach stars , because they shine on thee ? Go , baseintruder ! over - weening slave ! Bestow thy fawning smiles on ...
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Page 367 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more ; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war...
Page 255 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 367 - That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you ! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,* Straining upon the start. The game's afoot ; Follow your spirit : and, upon this charge,...
Page 307 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, — His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience ; — That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Page 289 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 267 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 254 - We still have judgement here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor. This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.