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What heaven more will , That thee may furnish , and my prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! -Farewell , my lord : ' Tis an unseason'd courtier ; good my lord , so Advise him . 1 Honesty , honourable position , claims to respect .
What heaven more will , That thee may furnish , and my prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! -Farewell , my lord : ' Tis an unseason'd courtier ; good my lord , so Advise him . 1 Honesty , honourable position , claims to respect .
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If men could be contented to be what they are , there were no fear in marriage ; for young Charbon the puritan and old Poysam the papist , howsome'er their hearts are severed in religion , their heads are both one , -- they may joul ...
If men could be contented to be what they are , there were no fear in marriage ; for young Charbon the puritan and old Poysam the papist , howsome'er their hearts are severed in religion , their heads are both one , -- they may joul ...
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My fear hath catch'd your fondness : now I see [ The mystery of your loneliness , and find Your salt tears ' head : now to all sense ' t is gross ] You love my son ; invention is asham'd , Against the proclamation of thy passion ...
My fear hath catch'd your fondness : now I see [ The mystery of your loneliness , and find Your salt tears ' head : now to all sense ' t is gross ] You love my son ; invention is asham'd , Against the proclamation of thy passion ...
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Lustig , as the Dutchman says : I'll like a maid the better , whilst I have a tooth in my head : why , he's able to lead her a coranto.2 Par . Mort du vinaigre ! is not this Helen ? Laf . ' Fore God , I think so . 51 King .
Lustig , as the Dutchman says : I'll like a maid the better , whilst I have a tooth in my head : why , he's able to lead her a coranto.2 Par . Mort du vinaigre ! is not this Helen ? Laf . ' Fore God , I think so . 51 King .
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This is not well , rash and unbridled boy , To fly the favours of so good a king ; To pluck his indignation on thy head By the misprizing of a maid too virtuous For the contempt of empire . Re - enter Clown . Clo .
This is not well , rash and unbridled boy , To fly the favours of so good a king ; To pluck his indignation on thy head By the misprizing of a maid too virtuous For the contempt of empire . Re - enter Clown . Clo .
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Page 192 - 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 4.
Page 126 - You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am arm'd so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not.
Page 120 - tis his will: Let but the commons hear this testament Which pardon me, I do not mean to read And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
Page 199 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world: or to be worse than worst Of those that lawless and incertain thought Imagine howling: 'tis too horrible!
Page 119 - Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome; Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill. Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff; Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.
Page 399 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have...
Page 180 - That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. 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 118 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Page 377 - Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes : it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance. Therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery : it makes him, and it mars him ; it sets him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, and disheartens him ; makes him stand to, and not stand to : in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him. Macd. I believe, drink gave thee the lie last night. Port....
Page 121 - And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
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| Title | The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 5 The Henry Irving Shakespeare The Works of William Shakespeare, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editors | Sir Henry Irving, Frank Albert Marshall |
| Publisher | Blackie & Son, 1889 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 28 Dec 2006 |
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