The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 3E. Moxon, 1857 |
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... death of her brother thus ? I am sure care's an enemy to life . Mar. By my troth , Sir Toby , you must come in earlier o ' nights : your cousin , my lady , takes great exceptions to your ill hours . Sir To . Why , let her except before ...
... death of her brother thus ? I am sure care's an enemy to life . Mar. By my troth , Sir Toby , you must come in earlier o ' nights : your cousin , my lady , takes great exceptions to your ill hours . Sir To . Why , let her except before ...
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... death . Clo . I think his soul is in hell , madonna . Oli . I know his soul is in heaven , fool . Clo . The more fool , madonna , to mourn for your bro- ther's soul being in heaven . - Take away the fool , gentle- men . Oli . What think ...
... death . Clo . I think his soul is in hell , madonna . Oli . I know his soul is in heaven , fool . Clo . The more fool , madonna , to mourn for your bro- ther's soul being in heaven . - Take away the fool , gentle- men . Oli . What think ...
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... death , And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away , fly away , breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid . My shroud of white , stuck all with yew , O , prepare it ! My part of death , no one so true Did share it . Not a flower , not ...
... death , And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away , fly away , breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid . My shroud of white , stuck all with yew , O , prepare it ! My part of death , no one so true Did share it . Not a flower , not ...
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... death with melancholy . Sir To . Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly rascally sheep - biter come by some notable shame ? Fab . I would exult , man : you know , he brought me out o ' favour with my lady about a bear - baiting ...
... death with melancholy . Sir To . Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly rascally sheep - biter come by some notable shame ? Fab . I would exult , man : you know , he brought me out o ' favour with my lady about a bear - baiting ...
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... death and sepulchre : hob , nob , is his word ; give ' t or take ' t . Vio . I will return again into the house , and desire some conduct of the lady . I am no fighter . I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on ...
... death and sepulchre : hob , nob , is his word ; give ' t or take ' t . Vio . I will return again into the house , and desire some conduct of the lady . I am no fighter . I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on ...
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Page 313 - Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd, All murder'd— for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court; and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp; Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks; Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through...
Page 493 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee...
Page 496 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Page 171 - Start not ; her actions shall be holy as You hear my spell is lawful : do not shun her Until you see her die again; for then You kill her double. Nay, present your hand: When she was young you woo'd her; now in age Is she become the suitor?1 LEON.
Page 587 - That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot! Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry, "God...
Page 72 - Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.