Dramatic Works of ShakespeareWilliam Paterson, 1883 |
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... thee Pandarus ; When I doe tell thee , there my hopes lye drown'd : Reply not in how many Fadomes deepe They lye indrench'd . I tell thee , I am mad In Cressids love . Thou answer'st she is Faire , Powr'st in the open Ulcer of my heart ...
... thee Pandarus ; When I doe tell thee , there my hopes lye drown'd : Reply not in how many Fadomes deepe They lye indrench'd . I tell thee , I am mad In Cressids love . Thou answer'st she is Faire , Powr'st in the open Ulcer of my heart ...
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... thee thou Mungrel beefe- witted Lord . Aja . Speake then you whinid'st leaven speake , I will beate thee into handsomnesse . Ther . I shal sooner rayle thee into wit and holinesse : but I thinke thy Horse wil sooner con an Oration ...
... thee thou Mungrel beefe- witted Lord . Aja . Speake then you whinid'st leaven speake , I will beate thee into handsomnesse . Ther . I shal sooner rayle thee into wit and holinesse : but I thinke thy Horse wil sooner con an Oration ...
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... thee into shivers with his fist , as a Sailor breakes a bisket . Aja . You horson Curre . Ther . Do , do . Aja . Thou stoole for a Witch . Ther . I , do , do , thou sodden - witted Lord : thou hast no more braine then I have in mine ...
... thee into shivers with his fist , as a Sailor breakes a bisket . Aja . You horson Curre . Ther . Do , do . Aja . Thou stoole for a Witch . Ther . I , do , do , thou sodden - witted Lord : thou hast no more braine then I have in mine ...
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... thee vile Owle goe learne me the tenure of the Proclamation , and he rayles upon me . Ther . I serve thee not . Ajax . Well , go too , go too . Ther . 1 serve heere voluntary . Achil . Your last service was sufferance , ' twas not ...
... thee vile Owle goe learne me the tenure of the Proclamation , and he rayles upon me . Ther . I serve thee not . Ajax . Well , go too , go too . Ther . 1 serve heere voluntary . Achil . Your last service was sufferance , ' twas not ...
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... thee from a Tutor , and Discipline come not neere thee . Let thy bloud be thy direction till thy death , then if she that laies thee out sayes thou art a faire coarse , Ile be sworne and sworne upon't she never shrowded any but Lazars ...
... thee from a Tutor , and Discipline come not neere thee . Let thy bloud be thy direction till thy death , then if she that laies thee out sayes thou art a faire coarse , Ile be sworne and sworne upon't she never shrowded any but Lazars ...
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Página 328 - and yet all different. O mickle is the powerfull grace that lies In Plants, Hearbs, stones, and their true qualities : For nought so vile, that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special! good doth give. Nor ought so good, but strain'd from that faire use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse. Vertue
Página 383 - my Wife, Death that hath suckt the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy Beautie : Thou art not conquer'd : Beauties ensigne yet Is Crymson in thy lips, and in thy cheekes, And Deaths pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, ly'st thou there in thy bloudy sheet
Página 19 - the Shores, And make a soppe of all this solid Globe : Strength should be Lord of imbecility, And the rude Sonne should strike his Father dead : Force should be right, or rather, right and wrong, (Betweene whose endlesse Jarre, Justice recides) Should loose her names, and so should Justice too.
Página 323 - What man art thou, that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsell ? Rom. By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am : My name deare Saint, is hatefull to my selfe, Because it is an Enemy to thee, Had I it written, I would teare the word.
Página 339 - the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight : Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then Love-devouring death do what he dare, It is inough, I may but call her mine. Fri. These violent delights have violent endes, And in their triumph : die like
Página 324 - Jul. How cam'st thou hither. Tell me, and wherefore ? The Orchard walls are high, and hard to climbe, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here. Rom. With Loves light wings Did I ore-perch these Walls, For stony limits cannot hold
Página 324 - What I have spoke, but farewell Complement, Doest thou Love ? I know thou wilt say I, And I will take thy word, yet if thou swear'st, Thou maiest prove false : at Lovers perjuries They say Jove laught, oh gentle Romeo, If thou dost Love, pronounce it faithfully : Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly wonne,
Página 204 - now, I have forgot my part, And I am out, even to a full Disgrace. Best of my Flesh, Forgive my Tyranny : but do not say, For that forgive our Romanes. Oa kisse Long as my Exile, sweet as my Revenge ! Now by the jealous Queene of Heaven, that kisse
Página 311 - Summer hath not such a flower. Nurse. Nay hee's a flower, infaith a very flower. Old La. What say you, can you love the Gentleman ? This night you shall behold him at our Feast, Read ore the volume of young Paris face, And find delight, writ there with Beauties pen : Examine
Página 338 - Nur. Your Love saies like an honest Gentleman, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, And I warrant a vertuous : where is your Mother ? Jul. Where is my Mother ? Why she is within, where should she be ? How odly thou repli'st : Your Love saies like an honest Gentleman : Where is your Mother