The Works of William Shakespeare: Pericles. The two noble kinsmen. Venus and Adonis. Lucrece. Sonnets. A lover's complaint. The passionate pilgrim. The phœnix and turtle. Addenda and corrigendaChapman and Hall, 1866 |
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... BOULT , his servant . The Daughter of Antiochus . DIONYZA , wife to Cleon . THAISA , daughter to Simonides . MARINA , daughter to Pericles and Thaisa . LYCHORIDA , nurse to Marina . A Bawd . Lords , Ladies , Knights , Gentlemen ...
... BOULT , his servant . The Daughter of Antiochus . DIONYZA , wife to Cleon . THAISA , daughter to Simonides . MARINA , daughter to Pericles and Thaisa . LYCHORIDA , nurse to Marina . A Bawd . Lords , Ladies , Knights , Gentlemen ...
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... Boult , - Boult . Sir ? Pand . Search the market narrowly ; Mytilene is full of gallants . We lost too much money this mart by being too wenchless . Bawd . We were never so much out of creatures . We have but poor three , and they ...
... Boult , - Boult . Sir ? Pand . Search the market narrowly ; Mytilene is full of gallants . We lost too much money this mart by being too wenchless . Bawd . We were never so much out of creatures . We have but poor three , and they ...
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... Boult . [ to Marina ] Come your ways . My masters , you say she's a virgin ? First Pirate . O , sir , we doubt it not . Boult . Master , I have gone through ( 175 ) for this piece , you see if you like her , so ; if not , I have lost ...
... Boult . [ to Marina ] Come your ways . My masters , you say she's a virgin ? First Pirate . O , sir , we doubt it not . Boult . Master , I have gone through ( 175 ) for this piece , you see if you like her , so ; if not , I have lost ...
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... Boult's returned . Re - enter BOULT . Now , sir , hast thou cried her through the market ? Boult . I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs ; I have drawn her picture with my voice . Baud . And I prithee tell me , how dost ...
... Boult's returned . Re - enter BOULT . Now , sir , hast thou cried her through the market ? Boult . I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs ; I have drawn her picture with my voice . Baud . And I prithee tell me , how dost ...
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... Boult . Faith , some do , and some do not . But , mistress , if I have bargained for the joint , - Bawd . Thou mayst cut a morsel off the spit . Boult . I may so . Bawd . Who should deny it ? -Come , young one , I like the manner of ...
... Boult . Faith , some do , and some do not . But , mistress , if I have bargained for the joint , - Bawd . Thou mayst cut a morsel off the spit . Boult . I may so . Bawd . Who should deny it ? -Come , young one , I like the manner of ...
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Arcite Bawd beauty blood Boult breath cheeks Cleon Collier Coun cousin Daugh daughter dead dear death Dionyza dost doth editors of 1778 Emilia Enter Exam Exeunt eyes fair fear flowers foul Gaoler gentle give gods grace grief hath hear heart heaven Helicanus HIPPOLYTA honour king kiss lady lips live look lord lov'd Love's Love's Labour's lost Lucrece Lysimachus maid Malone Marina mistress modern editors Mytilene ne'er never night noble NOBLE KINSMEN old eds Palamon Pentapolis Pericles PIRITHOUS pity poor pray prince prince of Tyre quarto queen quoth SCENE Seward Shakespeare shalt shame Simonides sing sorrow soul Steevens sweet Tarquin tears tell Thaisa Tharsus Thebes thee Theseus thine thing thou art thought thyself tongue true Tyre unto Walker's Crit Weber weep wilt wind Wooer words
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Page 381 - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
Page 376 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall out-live this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. 'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth : your praise shall still find room Even in the eyes of all posterity, That wear this...
Page 389 - Though I, once gone, to all the world must die. The earth can yield me but a common grave, When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead. You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Page 365 - 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 363 - 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 363 - 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.
Page 398 - From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
Page 398 - They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play : xcix.
Page 361 - ... lies ; Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still, That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes. Now, see what good turns eyes for eyes have done : Mine eyes have drawn thy shape , and thine for me Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun Delights to peep , to gaze therein on thee ; Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art, They draw but what they see , know not the heart.
Page 457 - If music and sweet poetry agree, As they must needs, the sister and the brother, Then must the love be great 'twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other. Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense; Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus...