Tales from Shakespear, by C. [and M.] Lamb1831 |
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Adriana Ægeon Angelo Anthonio Antipholis Ariel Bassanio Beatrice Bellarius Benedick Bertram brother called Capulet Cassio Celia Cesario child Claudio count Paris countess court Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Demetrius Desdemona Dionysia Dromio duke Ephesus fair father fear friar Ganimed gave gentle gentleman give grief Hamlet hear heard heart Helena Hermia Hermione Hero honour husband Iago Imogen Isabel Julia Juliet Katherine king knew lady Lear Leonato Leontes lived look lord lord Capulet lover Lysander Lysimachus Macbeth maid Marina marriage married master Michael Cassio mind Miranda mistress mother Mountague murder never night noble Oberon Olivia Orlando Orsino Othello Paulina Perdita Pericles Petruchio Polixenes poor Portia Posthumus prince prison Prospero Protheus queen replied returned ring Romeo Rosalind saying seemed servant Shylock Silvia sister sleep speak spirit strange sweet tell Thaisa thing thought Timon told Tybalt Valentine Viola wicked wife wished words young
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7. lappuse - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
169. lappuse - Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep,' the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravelled 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 murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.
242. lappuse - O, I do fear thee, 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.
257. lappuse - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
358. lappuse - A terrible child-bed hast thou had, my dear, No light, no fire : the unfriendly elements Forgot thee utterly ; nor have I time To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight Must cast thee, scarcely coffin'd, in the ooze; Where, for a monument upon thy bones, And aye-remaining || lamps, the belching whale, And humming water must o'erwhelm thy corpse, Lying with simple shells...
113. lappuse - O sweet Portia, here are a few of the unpleasantest words that ever blotted paper: gentle lady, when I...
118. lappuse - Tarry a little ; there is something else. This bond doth give thee here no jot of blood, — The words expressly are, a pound of flesh...
177. lappuse - With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmed life , which must not yield To one of woman born.
79. lappuse - Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time ; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have...
173. lappuse - Be bloody, bold, And resolute : laugh to scorn the power of man, For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.