The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, Volume 7Tauchnitz, 1844 |
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... Wilt live , fly after : and , as an arrow , shot From a well - experienc'd archer , hits the mark His eye doth level at , so ne'er return , Unless thou say Prince Pericles is dead . t [ Exit Messenger . As thou Thal . My lord , if I Can ...
... Wilt live , fly after : and , as an arrow , shot From a well - experienc'd archer , hits the mark His eye doth level at , so ne'er return , Unless thou say Prince Pericles is dead . t [ Exit Messenger . As thou Thal . My lord , if I Can ...
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... wilt starve , sure ; for here's nothing to be got now a - days , unless thou canst fish for ' t . Per . What I have been I have forgot to know , But what I am want teaches me to think on ; A man throng'd up with cold : my veins are ...
... wilt starve , sure ; for here's nothing to be got now a - days , unless thou canst fish for ' t . Per . What I have been I have forgot to know , But what I am want teaches me to think on ; A man throng'd up with cold : my veins are ...
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... wilt thou tourney for the lady ? Per . I'll show the virtue I have borne in arms . 1 Fish . Why , do ye take it ; and the gods give thee good on't ! 2 Fish . Ay , but hark you , my friend ; ' t was we that made up this garment through ...
... wilt thou tourney for the lady ? Per . I'll show the virtue I have borne in arms . 1 Fish . Why , do ye take it ; and the gods give thee good on't ! 2 Fish . Ay , but hark you , my friend ; ' t was we that made up this garment through ...
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... Wilt thou spit all thyself ? - The seaman's whistle Is as a whisper in the ears of death , Unheard . - Lychorida ! - Lucina , O ! Divinest patroness , and midwife , gentle To those that cry by night , convey thy deity Aboard our dancing ...
... Wilt thou spit all thyself ? - The seaman's whistle Is as a whisper in the ears of death , Unheard . - Lychorida ! - Lucina , O ! Divinest patroness , and midwife , gentle To those that cry by night , convey thy deity Aboard our dancing ...
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... wilt not , wilt thou ? - Blow , and split thyself . 2 Sail . But sea - room , an the brine and cloudy billow kiss the moon , I care not . 1 Sail . Sir , your queen must overboard : the sea works high , the wind is loud , and will not ...
... wilt not , wilt thou ? - Blow , and split thyself . 2 Sail . But sea - room , an the brine and cloudy billow kiss the moon , I care not . 1 Sail . Sir , your queen must overboard : the sea works high , the wind is loud , and will not ...
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Anne ARIEL Bawd beauty better Blackfriars theatre Boult Caius Caliban Cleon daughter dead dear death Dionyza doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear foul gentle gentlemen give grace grief hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter honour Host John Shakespeare king kiss lady Launce live look lord love's Lucrece LYSIMACHUS Madam maid Marina Marry master Brook master doctor mind Mira mistress Ford never night Pentapolis Pericles poor praise pray prince of Tyre Proteus Quick quoth SCENE Shakespeare Shal shame Silvia Sir John Sir John Falstaff Slen sorrow speak Speed Stratford sweet Sycorax tears tell thee thine thing Thomas Lucy thou art thou hast thou shalt thought Thurio thyself tongue Trin true unto Valentine weep wife William Shakespeare wilt woman words youth
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Page 131 - gainst my fury Do I take part. The rarer action is In virtue, than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
Page 406 - That time of year thou may'st 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 seest 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.
Page 389 - With all triumphant splendour on my brow; But out! alack! he was but one hour mine, The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth; Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.
Page 430 - 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; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks...
Page 412 - Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate ; The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing ; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting ? And for that riches where is my deserving? The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting, And so my patent back again is swerving. Thyself thou gav'st, thy own worth then not knowing, Or me, to whom thou gav'st it, else mistaking; So thy great gift, upon misprision growing, Comes...
Page 131 - 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, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew...
Page 387 - 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...
Page 437 - CXLVI. Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those 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,...
Page 405 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Page 420 - Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom. The mortal moon hath her eclipse endur'd. And the sad augurs mock their own presage ; Incertainties now crown themselves assur'd, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since spite of him I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes. And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.