Measure for measure. Comedy of errorsPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... Isabel ! should it then be thus ? No ; I would tell what ' twere to be a judge , And what a prisoner . 380 Lucio . [ Aside . ] Ay , touch him : there's the vein . Ang . Your brother is a forfeit of the law , And you but waste your words ...
... Isabel ! should it then be thus ? No ; I would tell what ' twere to be a judge , And what a prisoner . 380 Lucio . [ Aside . ] Ay , touch him : there's the vein . Ang . Your brother is a forfeit of the law , And you but waste your words ...
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... Isabel : Heaven is in my mouth , " As if I did but only chew its name ; " And in my heart , the strong and swelling evil Of my conception : The state , whereon I studied , Is like a good thing , being often read , Grown fear'd and ...
... Isabel : Heaven is in my mouth , " As if I did but only chew its name ; " And in my heart , the strong and swelling evil Of my conception : The state , whereon I studied , Is like a good thing , being often read , Grown fear'd and ...
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... Isabel , a sister , desires access to you . Ang . Teach her the way . [ Solus . ] Oh heavens ! Why does my blood thus muster to my heart , " Making both it unable for itself , " And dispossessing all my other parts " Of necessary ...
... Isabel , a sister , desires access to you . Ang . Teach her the way . [ Solus . ] Oh heavens ! Why does my blood thus muster to my heart , " Making both it unable for itself , " And dispossessing all my other parts " Of necessary ...
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... Isabel , if you give me love . Isab . I know , your virtue hath a licence in't , 710 Which seems a little fouler than it is , To pluck on others . Ang . Believe me , on mine honour , My words express my purpose . Isab . Ha ! little ...
... Isabel , if you give me love . Isab . I know , your virtue hath a licence in't , 710 Which seems a little fouler than it is , To pluck on others . Ang . Believe me , on mine honour , My words express my purpose . Isab . Ha ! little ...
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... Isabel , live chaste , and , brother , die : More than our brother is our chastity . I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request , And fit his mind to death , for his soul's rest . 747 i [ Exit . ACT ACT III . SCENE I. The Prison . Enter Duke ...
... Isabel , live chaste , and , brother , die : More than our brother is our chastity . I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request , And fit his mind to death , for his soul's rest . 747 i [ Exit . ACT ACT III . SCENE I. The Prison . Enter Duke ...
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Page 55 - Claudio ; and I quake, Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension; And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Page 15 - From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty : As surfeit is the father of much fast, So every scope by the immoderate use Turns to restraint : Our natures do pursue, (Like rats that ravin down their proper bane,) A thirsty evil ; and when we drink, we die.
Page 39 - But man, proud man ! Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high Heaven As make the angels weep ; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Page 8 - Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Page 40 - That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom ; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know That 's like my brother's fault : if it confess A natural guiltiness such as is his. Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life.
Page 112 - I'll speak all. They say, best men are moulded out of faults ; And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad : so may my husband.
Page 37 - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
Page 20 - Stands at a guard 4 with envy ; scarce confesses That his blood flows, or that his appetite Is more to bread than stone : Hence shall we see, If power change purpose, what our seemers be.
Page 37 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Page 24 - We must not make a scare-crow of the law, ' Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.