Tales from Shakspere: For the Use of Young PersonsRichard Griffin, 1859 - 503 pàgines |
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Pàgina 19
... honours , on my brother : Whereon , A treacherous army levied , one midnight Fated to the purpose , did Antonio open The gates of Milan ; and , i ' the dead of darkness , The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Me . and thy crying ...
... honours , on my brother : Whereon , A treacherous army levied , one midnight Fated to the purpose , did Antonio open The gates of Milan ; and , i ' the dead of darkness , The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Me . and thy crying ...
Pàgina 23
... honour you . Mira . I am a fool , To weep at what I am glad of . Fair encounter Pro . Of two most rare affections ! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between them ! Fer . Wherefore weep you ? Mira . At mine unworthiness , that ...
... honour you . Mira . I am a fool , To weep at what I am glad of . Fair encounter Pro . Of two most rare affections ! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between them ! Fer . Wherefore weep you ? Mira . At mine unworthiness , that ...
Pàgina 27
... honour cannot Be measur'd , or confin'd . Gon . Or be not , I'll not swear . Pro . Whether this be , You do yet taste Some subtilties o ' the isle , that will not let you Believe things certain : -Welcome , my friends all : - But you ...
... honour cannot Be measur'd , or confin'd . Gon . Or be not , I'll not swear . Pro . Whether this be , You do yet taste Some subtilties o ' the isle , that will not let you Believe things certain : -Welcome , my friends all : - But you ...
Pàgina 35
... honour , she met Oberon , attended by his train of fairy courtiers . 66 66 " Ill met by moonlight , proud Titania , " said the fairy king . The queen replied , What , jealous Oberon , is it you ? Fairies , skip hence ; I have forsworn ...
... honour , she met Oberon , attended by his train of fairy courtiers . 66 66 " Ill met by moonlight , proud Titania , " said the fairy king . The queen replied , What , jealous Oberon , is it you ? Fairies , skip hence ; I have forsworn ...
Pàgina 70
... honour ; nor my lusts Burn hotter than my faith . Per . O but , sir , Your resolution cannot hold , when ' t is Oppos'd , as it must be , by the power o ' the king ; One of these two must be necessities , Which then will speak ; that ...
... honour ; nor my lusts Burn hotter than my faith . Per . O but , sir , Your resolution cannot hold , when ' t is Oppos'd , as it must be , by the power o ' the king ; One of these two must be necessities , Which then will speak ; that ...
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Pàgina 336 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Pàgina 134 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.
Pàgina 103 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours.
Pàgina 409 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Pàgina 47 - 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.
Pàgina 466 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself.
Pàgina 237 - And my poor fool is hang'd ! No, no, no life ! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? Thou '1t come no more, Never, never, never, never, never ! Pray you, undo this button : thank you, sir.
Pàgina 126 - 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. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
Pàgina 255 - Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep,' — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M. What do you mean ? Macbeth. Still it cried 'Sleep no more !' to all the house: 'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more.
Pàgina 14 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch*. When owls do cry, '} \ On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.