Fifteen Plays of Shakespeare: With a Glossary Abridged from the Oxford Shakespeare Glossary of C.T. OnionsClarendon Press, 1916 - 1143 pages |
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... thee , - Of thee , my dear one ! thee , my daughter ! -who Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of whence I am nor that I am more better Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , And thy no greater father . Miranda . Did ...
... thee , - Of thee , my dear one ! thee , my daughter ! -who Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of whence I am nor that I am more better Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , And thy no greater father . Miranda . Did ...
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... thee worthy service ; Told thee no lies , made no mistakings , serv'd I prithee Without or grudge or grumblings : thou didst promise To bate me a full year . Prospero . Dost thou forget No. From what a torment I did free thee ? Ariel ...
... thee worthy service ; Told thee no lies , made no mistakings , serv'd I prithee Without or grudge or grumblings : thou didst promise To bate me a full year . Prospero . Dost thou forget No. From what a torment I did free thee ? Ariel ...
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... thee in ; thy groans Did make wolves howl and penetrate the breasts Of ever - angry bears : it was a torment To lay upon the damn'd , which Sycorax Could not again undo ; it was mine art , When I arriv'd and heard thee , that made gape ...
... thee in ; thy groans Did make wolves howl and penetrate the breasts Of ever - angry bears : it was a torment To lay upon the damn'd , which Sycorax Could not again undo ; it was mine art , When I arriv'd and heard thee , that made gape ...
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... thee : Come , thou tortoise ! when ? Re - enter ARIEL , like a water - nymph . Fine apparition ! My quaint Ariel , Hark in thine ear . Ariel . My lord , it shall be done . Prospero . Thou poisonous slave , come forth ! Enter CALIBAN ...
... thee : Come , thou tortoise ! when ? Re - enter ARIEL , like a water - nymph . Fine apparition ! My quaint Ariel , Hark in thine ear . Ariel . My lord , it shall be done . Prospero . Thou poisonous slave , come forth ! Enter CALIBAN ...
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... thee In mine own cell , till thou didst seek to hurt My loved and only child . Abhorred slave , Which any print of goodness will not take , Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee , Took pains to make thee speak , taught thee each hour ...
... thee In mine own cell , till thou didst seek to hurt My loved and only child . Abhorred slave , Which any print of goodness will not take , Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee , Took pains to make thee speak , taught thee each hour ...
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Antonio Ariel Aufidius Aumerle Banquo Bassanio bear blood Bolingbroke brother Brutus Buckingham Caesar Caliban Casca Cassius Catesby Celia Citizen Clown Cominius Coriolanus dear death Demetrius dost doth Duchess Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear Fluellen fool France friends gentle Gentleman give Gloucester Grace Gratiano Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Henry Hermia hither honour Horatio Jaques Katharine king lady Lady Macbeth Launcelot live look lord Lysander Macbeth Macduff madam majesty Malvolio Marcius Mark Antony Menenius Murd never night noble Norfolk Olivia Orlando Pandulph peace Polonius Portia pray prince prithee Prospero queen Re-enter Richard Rome Rosalind Rosencrantz SCENE Sebastian Servingman shalt Shylock Sicinius Sir Andrew Sir Toby sleep soldier soul speak Stephano swear sweet sword tell thee Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius tongue Touchstone Trinculo unto Viola Volumnia Wolsey word
Popular passages
Page 664 - This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Page 189 - 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.
Page 826 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer,— Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves; than that Caesar were dead, to live all...
Page 1023 - Thou, nature, art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound : Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom ; and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-shines Lag of a brother? Why bastard?
Page 969 - 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? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Page 666 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Page 141 - If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge : If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Page 47 - Have wak'd their sleepers ; /op'd and let them forth, By my so potent art: But this rough magic I here abjure: and, when I have requir'd Some heavenly music (which even now I do), To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Page 872 - 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? Macb. 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!
Page 99 - These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast Hell can hold, That is, the madman. The lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt.