The Works of Shakespear: In Six Volumes, Band 6J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman, H. Lintot, C. Hitch, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, R. and B. Wellington, E. New, and B. Dod, 1745 |
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Thy tempest - tossed body - How now , wife ? Have you deliver'd to her our
decree ? [ thanks : La . Cap . Ay , Sir ; but she will none , she gives you I would
the fool were married to her grave . Cap . Soft , take me with you , take me with
you , wife ...
Thy tempest - tossed body - How now , wife ? Have you deliver'd to her our
decree ? [ thanks : La . Cap . Ay , Sir ; but she will none , she gives you I would
the fool were married to her grave . Cap . Soft , take me with you , take me with
you , wife ...
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Pr'ythee , keep up thy quillets , ' there's a poor piece of gold for thee : if the
gentlewoman that attends the General's wife be ftirring , tell her there's one Callio
entreats of her a little favour of speech . Wilt thou do this ? Clown . She is stirring ,
Sir ...
Pr'ythee , keep up thy quillets , ' there's a poor piece of gold for thee : if the
gentlewoman that attends the General's wife be ftirring , tell her there's one Callio
entreats of her a little favour of speech . Wilt thou do this ? Clown . She is stirring ,
Sir ...
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For if she be not honest , chaste and true , There's no man happy , the purest of
their wives Is foul as Nander . Otb . Bid her come hither , go . [ Exit Æmilia . She
says enough ; yet she's a simple bawd That cannot say as much : this is a subtle
...
For if she be not honest , chaste and true , There's no man happy , the purest of
their wives Is foul as Nander . Otb . Bid her come hither , go . [ Exit Æmilia . She
says enough ; yet she's a simple bawd That cannot say as much : this is a subtle
...
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If she come in , she'll sure speak to my wife ; My wife ! my wife ! what wife ? I have
no wife . Oh insupportable ! oh heavy hour ! Methinks it should be now a huge
eclipse Of fun and moon , and that the affrighted globe Should yawn at alteration
...
If she come in , she'll sure speak to my wife ; My wife ! my wife ! what wife ? I have
no wife . Oh insupportable ! oh heavy hour ! Methinks it should be now a huge
eclipse Of fun and moon , and that the affrighted globe Should yawn at alteration
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Iago offers to stab bis Wife : Gra . Fie , your sword upon a woman ? Æmil . Oh ,
thou dull Moor ! that handkerchief thou speak'st of I found by fortune , and did
give my husband ; For often , with a folemn earneftness , - ( More than indeed ...
Iago offers to stab bis Wife : Gra . Fie , your sword upon a woman ? Æmil . Oh ,
thou dull Moor ! that handkerchief thou speak'st of I found by fortune , and did
give my husband ; For often , with a folemn earneftness , - ( More than indeed ...
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Seite 518 - But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
Seite 375 - That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Seite 327 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Seite 64 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Seite 383 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think, I am easier to be played on than a pipe...
Seite 494 - O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites ! I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others
Seite 268 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
Seite 252 - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night — See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
Seite 390 - You cannot call it love; for at your age The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment Would step from this to this?
Seite 488 - Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee ! and when I love thee not Chaos is come again.