The Works of Shakespeare, Volumen10Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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... Sweet madam . Vir . I am glad to see your ladyship . Val . How do you both ? you are manifest house - keepers . What are you sewing here ? A 48. bless , protect . 54. manifest house - keepers , notorious stayers - at - home . 40 50 fine ...
... Sweet madam . Vir . I am glad to see your ladyship . Val . How do you both ? you are manifest house - keepers . What are you sewing here ? A 48. bless , protect . 54. manifest house - keepers , notorious stayers - at - home . 40 50 fine ...
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... sweet voices ! Better it is to die , better to starve , [ Exeunt . Than crave the hire which first we do deserve . Why in this woolvish toge should I stand here , To beg of Hob and Dick , that do appear , Their needless vouches ? Custom ...
... sweet voices ! Better it is to die , better to starve , [ Exeunt . Than crave the hire which first we do deserve . Why in this woolvish toge should I stand here , To beg of Hob and Dick , that do appear , Their needless vouches ? Custom ...
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... sweet voices : now you have left your voices , I have no further with you . ' Was not this mockery ? Sic . Why either were you ignorant to see ' t , Or , seeing it , of such childish friendliness To yield your voices ? Bru . Could you ...
... sweet voices : now you have left your voices , I have no further with you . ' Was not this mockery ? Sic . Why either were you ignorant to see ' t , Or , seeing it , of such childish friendliness To yield your voices ? Bru . Could you ...
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... sweet which is their poison : your dishonour Mangles true judgement and bereaves the state Of that integrity which should become ' t , Not having the power to do the good it would , For the ill which doth control ' t . Bru . ' Has said ...
... sweet which is their poison : your dishonour Mangles true judgement and bereaves the state Of that integrity which should become ' t , Not having the power to do the good it would , For the ill which doth control ' t . Bru . ' Has said ...
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... ll prompt you . Vol . I prithee now , sweet son , as thou hast said 100 99. unbarbed sconce head 102. this single plot , my without a helmet . single person . My praises made thee first a soldier , so , 88 Coriolanus ACT III.
... ll prompt you . Vol . I prithee now , sweet son , as thou hast said 100 99. unbarbed sconce head 102. this single plot , my without a helmet . single person . My praises made thee first a soldier , so , 88 Coriolanus ACT III.
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Adonis Alcib Alcibiades Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear beauty blood breast breath cheeks Collatine Cominius Coriolanus Corioli dead dear death dost thou doth ears Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair false fear flatter Flav fool foul friends give gods grief hate hath hear heart heaven honour kiss Lart LARTIUS lips live look lord love's LOVER'S COMPLAINT Lucrece Lucullus Marcius Menenius misanthropy ne'er never night noble pity Plutarch Poet poor praise pray proud quoth Richard Barnfield Roman Rome SCENE Senators Shakespeare shalt shame SICINIUS Sonnets sorrow speak sweet Tarquin tears tell thee thine thing Third Serv thou art thou hast thou wilt thought thyself Timon TIMON OF ATHENS tongue tribunes true unto Venus and Adonis VIRGILIA voices Volsces Volscian VOLUMNIA weep words worthy wounds youth ΙΟ ΤΟ
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Página 399 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Página 450 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound...
Página 399 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Página 443 - Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Página 400 - And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste : Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Página 458 - ... Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed, without be rich no more : So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
Página 421 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
Página 458 - CXLVI Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, .... these rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth. Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge? Is this thy body's end? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; Within be fed, without be...
Página 434 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew ; Nor did I wonder at the...
Página 415 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow : And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.