Measure for measure. Much ado about nothing. Midsummer-night's dream. Love's labour's lostCharles Whittingham, 1826 |
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... fair sister To her unhappy brother Claudio ? Isab . Why her unhappy brother ? let me ask ; The rather , for I now must make you know I am that Isabella , and his sister . Lucio . Gentle and fair , your brother kindly greets you : Not to ...
... fair sister To her unhappy brother Claudio ? Isab . Why her unhappy brother ? let me ask ; The rather , for I now must make you know I am that Isabella , and his sister . Lucio . Gentle and fair , your brother kindly greets you : Not to ...
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... in Shakspeare's third Sonnet : For who is she so fair , whose unrear'd womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry ? ' 7 Full line , extent . But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge With profits SC . IV . 19 MEASURE FOR MEASURE .
... in Shakspeare's third Sonnet : For who is she so fair , whose unrear'd womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry ? ' 7 Full line , extent . But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge With profits SC . IV . 19 MEASURE FOR MEASURE .
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... fair To soften Angelo : And that's my pith Of business ' twixt you and your poor brother . Isab . Doth he so seek his life ? Lucio . prayer Has censur'd 11 him Already ; and , as I hear , the provost hath A warrant for his execution ...
... fair To soften Angelo : And that's my pith Of business ' twixt you and your poor brother . Isab . Doth he so seek his life ? Lucio . prayer Has censur'd 11 him Already ; and , as I hear , the provost hath A warrant for his execution ...
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... fair maid ; It is the law , not I , condemns your brother : Were he my kinsman , brother , or my son , It should be thus with him ; -he must die to - morrow . Isab . To - morrow ? O , that's sudden ! Spare him , spare him : He's not ...
... fair maid ; It is the law , not I , condemns your brother : Were he my kinsman , brother , or my son , It should be thus with him ; -he must die to - morrow . Isab . To - morrow ? O , that's sudden ! Spare him , spare him : He's not ...
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... fair one , of the sin you carry ? Juliet . I do ; and bear the shame most patiently . Duke . I'll teach you how you shall arraign your conscience , And try your penitence , if it be sound , Or hollowly put on . Juliet . I'll gladly ...
... fair one , of the sin you carry ? Juliet . I do ; and bear the shame most patiently . Duke . I'll teach you how you shall arraign your conscience , And try your penitence , if it be sound , Or hollowly put on . Juliet . I'll gladly ...
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Armado Barnardine Bawd Beat Beatrice Benedick Biron Bora BORACHIO Boyet brother called Claud Claudio Cost Costard cousin death Demetrius Dogb dost doth Duke Egeus Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father fear fool friar gentle give grace hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Isab ISABELLA Kath King lady Leon Leonato lion look Lord Angelo lovers Lucio Lysander madam maid Marg marry master master constable means MEASURE FOR MEASURE mock moon Moth musick Navarre never night Oberon offence old copies read pardon PHILOSTRATE play Pompey pray prince Prov Provost Puck Pyramus Quin Rosaline SCENE sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's signify signior soul speak Steevens swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thing Thisby thou art Tita Titania to-morrow tongue troth true What's word
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Page 6 - 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 413 - When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall. And milk comes frozen home in pail...
Page 241 - Thou remember'st Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 70 - 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 412 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo, then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo, — O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Page 235 - Swifter than the moon's sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be : In their gold coats spots you see ; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours : I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Page 168 - ... need of such vanity. You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch; therefore bear you the lantern: This is your charge; You shall comprehend all vagrom men; you are to bid any man stand, in the prince's name.
Page 284 - I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was; man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was — there is no man can tell what. Methought I was — and methought I had — but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had.
Page 50 - Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum, For ending thee no sooner. Thou hast nor youth nor age; But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both ; for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms Of palsied eld ; and when thou art old and rich, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this That bears the name of life ? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths ; yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even.
Page 413 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.