The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Life. New facts regarding the life of Shakspeare [by J.P. Collier] Shakspere's will. Preface of the players [1623] Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Twelfth night. Measure for measure. Much ado about nothingHilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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... Exeunt . Re - enter Boatswain . 2 Boats . Down with the top - mast ; yare ; lower , lower ; bring her to try with main course . [ A cry within . ] A plague upon this howling ! they are louder than the weather , or our office.— Re ...
... Exeunt . Re - enter Boatswain . 2 Boats . Down with the top - mast ; yare ; lower , lower ; bring her to try with main course . [ A cry within . ] A plague upon this howling ! they are louder than the weather , or our office.— Re ...
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... Exeunt . 1 Gon . The king and prince at prayers ! let us assist them , For our case is as theirs . Seb . I am out of patience . Ant . We are merely cheated of our lives by drunk- ards.- This wide - chapped rascal ; - ' Would , thou ...
... Exeunt . 1 Gon . The king and prince at prayers ! let us assist them , For our case is as theirs . Seb . I am out of patience . Ant . We are merely cheated of our lives by drunk- ards.- This wide - chapped rascal ; - ' Would , thou ...
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... Exeunt . Pro . Come , follow : speak not for him . ACT II . SCENE I. Another Part of the Island . Enter ALONZO , SEBASTIAN , ANTONIO , GONZALO , ADRIAN , FRANCISCO , and others . Gon . ' Beseech you , sir , be merry : you have cause ...
... Exeunt . Pro . Come , follow : speak not for him . ACT II . SCENE I. Another Part of the Island . Enter ALONZO , SEBASTIAN , ANTONIO , GONZALO , ADRIAN , FRANCISCO , and others . Gon . ' Beseech you , sir , be merry : you have cause ...
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... Exeunt . SCENE II . - Another Part of the Island . Enter CALIBAN , with a burden of wood . A noise of thunder heard . Cal . All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs , fens , flats , on Prosper fall , and make him By inch ...
... Exeunt . SCENE II . - Another Part of the Island . Enter CALIBAN , with a burden of wood . A noise of thunder heard . Cal . All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs , fens , flats , on Prosper fall , and make him By inch ...
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... Exeunt . ACT III . SCENE I. - Before Prospero's Cell . Enter FERDINAND , bearing a log . Fer . There be some sports are painful ; and their labor Delight in them sets off : some kinds of baseness Are nobly undergone ; and most poor ...
... Exeunt . ACT III . SCENE I. - Before Prospero's Cell . Enter FERDINAND , bearing a log . Fer . There be some sports are painful ; and their labor Delight in them sets off : some kinds of baseness Are nobly undergone ; and most poor ...
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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 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 346 - We must not make a scare-crow of the law. Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Page 132 - 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 helped, inhabits there.
Page 67 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
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.
Page 334 - 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 266 - Halloo your name to the reverberate hills And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out 'Olivia!' O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me ! OLI.
Page 280 - A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.