The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson, Stevens [sic], and Reed, with glossarial notes, Deel 51,Volume 5 |
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... master ? Fish . Look how thou stirrest now ! come away , or I'll fetch thee with a wannion . 3 Fish . ' Faith , master , I am thinking of the poor men that were cast away before us , even now . 1 Fish . Alas , poor souls , it grieved my ...
... master ? Fish . Look how thou stirrest now ! come away , or I'll fetch thee with a wannion . 3 Fish . ' Faith , master , I am thinking of the poor men that were cast away before us , even now . 1 Fish . Alas , poor souls , it grieved my ...
Pagina 24
... master . Per . The worst of all her scholars , my good lord . Sim . Let me ask one thing . What do you think , Sir , of My daughter ? Per . As of a most virtuous princess . Sim . And she is fair too , is she not ? Per . As a fair day in ...
... master . Per . The worst of all her scholars , my good lord . Sim . Let me ask one thing . What do you think , Sir , of My daughter ? Per . As of a most virtuous princess . Sim . And she is fair too , is she not ? Per . As a fair day in ...
Pagina 36
... master calls , and trebles their confusion . Leon . And when was this ? Mar. It was when I was born : Never was waves nor wind more violent . Leon . Come , say your prayers speedily . Mar. What mean you ? Leon . If you require a little ...
... master calls , and trebles their confusion . Leon . And when was this ? Mar. It was when I was born : Never was waves nor wind more violent . Leon . Come , say your prayers speedily . Mar. What mean you ? Leon . If you require a little ...
Pagina 37
... masters , you say she's a virgin ? 1 Pirate . O , Sir , we doubt it not . Boult . Master , I have gone thorough for this piece , ‡ you see : if you like her , so ; if not , I have lost my earnest . Bawd . Boult , has she any qualities ...
... masters , you say she's a virgin ? 1 Pirate . O , Sir , we doubt it not . Boult . Master , I have gone thorough for this piece , ‡ you see : if you like her , so ; if not , I have lost my earnest . Bawd . Boult , has she any qualities ...
Pagina 45
... master , or rather my mistress . Mar. Neither of these are yet so bad as thou art , Since they do better thee in their command . Thou hold'st a place , for which the pained'st fiend Of hell would not in reputation change : Thou'rt the ...
... master , or rather my mistress . Mar. Neither of these are yet so bad as thou art , Since they do better thee in their command . Thou hold'st a place , for which the pained'st fiend Of hell would not in reputation change : Thou'rt the ...
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Pagina 464 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Pagina 489 - ... ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Pagina 489 - 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.
Pagina 502 - not you.' ,CXLVI Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, . . . these 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...
Pagina 473 - As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.
Pagina 463 - May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it, But that I hope some good conceit of thine In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it; Till whatsoever star that guides my moving, Points on me graciously with fair aspect, And puts apparel on my tatter'd loving, To show me worthy of thy sweet respect: Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee; Till then not show my head where thou mayst prove me.
Pagina 497 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad: Mad in pursuit and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before a joy proposed; behind a dream. All this the world well knows; 'yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. cxxx My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips...
Pagina 486 - Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute: Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
Pagina 473 - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save where you are how happy...
Pagina 503 - Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except. Past cure I am, now reason is past care, And...