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Alcinous Angelo Anthonio Antipholis Bassanio Beatrice beauty Benedick Bertram brother brought called Capulet Cassio Charles Lamb child Claudio Cymbeline daughter dead dear death delight Desdemona Dromio duke Ephesus Eumaeus Eurylochus eyes fair father fear friar Ganimed gave gentle gentleman give grief Hamlet hand hear heard heart heaven Helena Hermia Hero honour husband Iago Imogen Isabel Juliet Katherine king knew Leonato Leontes live look lord lord Capulet Lysimachus Macbeth maid mamma Marina married Mary Lamb Michael Cassio mind mother never night noble Olivia Orlando Othello papa Pericles Petruchio Phaeacian poor Portia Posthumus prince Prospero Protheus queen replied Romeo Rosalind seemed servant shew ship Shylock sight Silvia sister sleep speak spirit story suitors sweet tears Telemachus tell thee thing thou thought Timon told took Tybalt Ulysses uncle Valentine Viola wife wished words young
Page 6 - 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.
Page 61 - If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation; and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate, On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift, Which he calls interest: Cursed be my tribe, If I forgive him!
Page 65 - Why, this bond is forfeit ; And lawfully by this the Jew may claim A pound of flesh, to be by him cut off Nearest the merchant's heart : Be merciful ; Take thrice thy money ; bid me tear the bond.
Page 11 - On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Page 133 - 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.
Page 129 - 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.
Page 100 - I will not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, And to be baited with the rabble's curse. Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last.
Page 287 - HOW doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...
Page 497 - Attractive, human, rational, love still: In loving thou dost well, in passion not, Wherein true love consists not. Love refines The thoughts, and heart enlarges ; hath his seat...