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0 , if a virgin , It sounds no more : — and sure , it waits upon And your affection not gone forth , I'll make yon Some god of the island . Sitting on a bank , The queen of Naples . Weeping again the king my father's wreck , Pro .
0 , if a virgin , It sounds no more : — and sure , it waits upon And your affection not gone forth , I'll make yon Some god of the island . Sitting on a bank , The queen of Naples . Weeping again the king my father's wreck , Pro .
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No , no , he's gone . Ant . True ; save means to live . Seb . Sir , you may thank yourself for this great loss ; Seb . Of that there's none , or little . That would not bless our Europe with your daughter , Gon .
No , no , he's gone . Ant . True ; save means to live . Seb . Sir , you may thank yourself for this great loss ; Seb . Of that there's none , or little . That would not bless our Europe with your daughter , Gon .
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No , I warrant you ; I will not adventure my But doubts discovery there . Will you grant , with me , discretion so weakly . Will you laugh me asloep , That Ferdinand is drown'a ? for I am very heavy ? Seb . He's gone .
No , I warrant you ; I will not adventure my But doubts discovery there . Will you grant , with me , discretion so weakly . Will you laugh me asloep , That Ferdinand is drown'a ? for I am very heavy ? Seb . He's gone .
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And take his bottle from him : when that's gone , Ste . No , monster , not I. He shall drink nought but brime ; for I'll not shew him Cal . Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises , Where the quick freshes are .
And take his bottle from him : when that's gone , Ste . No , monster , not I. He shall drink nought but brime ; for I'll not shew him Cal . Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises , Where the quick freshes are .
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There , sir , stop ; You have not sought her help ; of whose soft grace , Let us not burden our remembrances For the like loss , I have her sovereign aid , With a heaviness that's gone ! And rest myself content . Gon .
There , sir , stop ; You have not sought her help ; of whose soft grace , Let us not burden our remembrances For the like loss , I have her sovereign aid , With a heaviness that's gone ! And rest myself content . Gon .
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Page 177 - Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 278 - tis to love the babe that milks me : I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Page 162 - I am a Jew : Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Page 118 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, 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 276 - Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair. And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise ; and nothing is But what is not.
Page 168 - But mercy is above this sceptred sway; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Page 119 - 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 336 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Page 144 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Page 171 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
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| Title | The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare, Part 1 The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | Ernst Fleischer, 1824 |
| Original from | Princeton University |
| Digitized | 22 Feb 2008 |
| Length | 830 pages |
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