The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, 3 tomasCarpenter and Son, 1813 |
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... Kath . I pray you , sir , [ To Bap . ] is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid ! how mean you that ? no mates Unless you were of gentler , milder mould . [ for you , Kath . I'faith , sir , you ...
... Kath . I pray you , sir , [ To Bap . ] is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid ! how mean you that ? no mates Unless you were of gentler , milder mould . [ for you , Kath . I'faith , sir , you ...
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... Kath . Why , and I trust , I may go too ; May I not ? What , shall I be appointed hours ; as though , belike , I knew not what to take , and what to leave ? Ha ? [ Exit . Gre . You may go to the devil's dam ; your gifts are so good ...
... Kath . Why , and I trust , I may go too ; May I not ? What , shall I be appointed hours ; as though , belike , I knew not what to take , and what to leave ? Ha ? [ Exit . Gre . You may go to the devil's dam ; your gifts are so good ...
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... Kath . Of all thy suitors , here I charge thee , tell Whom thou lov'st best : see thou dissemble not . Bian . Believe me , sister , of all the men alive , I never yet beheld that special face Which I could fancy more than any other . Kath ...
... Kath . Of all thy suitors , here I charge thee , tell Whom thou lov'st best : see thou dissemble not . Bian . Believe me , sister , of all the men alive , I never yet beheld that special face Which I could fancy more than any other . Kath ...
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... Kath . If that be jest , then all the rest was so . Enter BAPTISTA . [ Strikes her . Bup . Why , how now , dame ... Kath . Her silence flouts me , and I'll be reveng'd . [ Flies after Bianca . Bap . What , in my sight ? -Bianca , get ...
... Kath . If that be jest , then all the rest was so . Enter BAPTISTA . [ Strikes her . Bup . Why , how now , dame ... Kath . Her silence flouts me , and I'll be reveng'd . [ Flies after Bianca . Bap . What , in my sight ? -Bianca , get ...
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... Kath . Well have you heard , but something hard of They call me - Katharine , that do talk of me . [ hearing ; Pet . You lie , in faith ; for you are call'd plain Kate , And bonny Kate , and sometimes Kate the curst ; But Kate , the ...
... Kath . Well have you heard , but something hard of They call me - Katharine , that do talk of me . [ hearing ; Pet . You lie , in faith ; for you are call'd plain Kate , And bonny Kate , and sometimes Kate the curst ; But Kate , the ...
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Antigonus Antipholus art thou Aumerle Autolycus Banquo Baptista Bast bear Bian Bianca Bion Biondello blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath Camillo cousin daughter death dost doth Dromio Duch duke duke of Hereford Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair father Faulconbridge fear Fleance friends Gaunt gentleman give Gremio grief hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Hortensio Hubert husband i'the John Kate Kath king KING JOHN Lady Leon liege look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam majesty master mistress never noble Northumberland o'the Padua PANDULPH pardon peace Petruchio Polixenes pray prince queen Rich Rosse SCENE Servant shalt shame Shep signior sorrow soul speak sweet tell thane thee There's thine thou art thou hast tongue Tranio unto villain wife Witch word
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13 psl. - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it...
16 psl. - Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i
22 psl. - Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
50 psl. - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
47 psl. - What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief? Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you ; But you at your sick service had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love...
56 psl. - I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, And own no other function : each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
13 psl. - The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you...
22 psl. - This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of War, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea...
23 psl. - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's son : This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement, or pelting farm...