The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 5E. Moxon, 1857 |
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... Stand gracious to the rites that we intend ! — Romans , of five - and - twenty valiant sons , Half of the number that King Priam had , Behold the poor remains , alive and dead ! These that survive let Rome reward with love ; These that ...
... Stand gracious to the rites that we intend ! — Romans , of five - and - twenty valiant sons , Half of the number that King Priam had , Behold the poor remains , alive and dead ! These that survive let Rome reward with love ; These that ...
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... stand , - I will not re - salute the streets of Rome , Or climb my palace , till from forth this place I lead espous'd my bride along with me . Tam . And here , in sight of heaven , to Rome I swear , If Saturnine advance the Queen of ...
... stand , - I will not re - salute the streets of Rome , Or climb my palace , till from forth this place I lead espous'd my bride along with me . Tam . And here , in sight of heaven , to Rome I swear , If Saturnine advance the Queen of ...
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... Stand up .- ( 20 ) Lavinia , though you left me like a churl , I found a friend ; and sure as death I swore I would not part a bachelor from the priest . Come , if the emperor's court can feast two brides , You are my guest , Lavinia ...
... Stand up .- ( 20 ) Lavinia , though you left me like a churl , I found a friend ; and sure as death I swore I would not part a bachelor from the priest . Come , if the emperor's court can feast two brides , You are my guest , Lavinia ...
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... stand you in hope . Come , come , our empress , with her sacred wit To villany and vengeance consecrate , Will we acquaint with all that we intend ; And she shall file our engines with advice , That will not suffer you to square ...
... stand you in hope . Come , come , our empress , with her sacred wit To villany and vengeance consecrate , Will we acquaint with all that we intend ; And she shall file our engines with advice , That will not suffer you to square ...
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... stand'st thou with thy weapon drawn ? Luc . To rescue my two brothers from their death : For which attempt the judges have pronounc'd My everlasting doom of banishment . Tit . O happy man ! they have befriended thee . Why , foolish ...
... stand'st thou with thy weapon drawn ? Luc . To rescue my two brothers from their death : For which attempt the judges have pronounc'd My everlasting doom of banishment . Tit . O happy man ! they have befriended thee . Why , foolish ...
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Page 519 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Page 489 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand an end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine: But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Page 339 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit...
Page 338 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Page 512 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have ? He would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid speech; Make mad the guilty, and appal the free, Confound the ignorant ; and amaze, indeed, The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Page 294 - You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The livelong day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome: And when you saw his chariot but appear, Have you not made an universal shout, That Tiber trembled underneath her banks, To hear the replication...
Page 573 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all: since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes?
Page 332 - All pity choked with custom of fell deeds : And Caesar's spirit ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry
Page 490 - With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial, And in the porches of mine ears did pour The leperous distilment; whose effect Holds such an enmity with blood of man, That, swift as quicksilver, it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body; And, with a sudden vigour, it doth posset And curd, like eager droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine; And a most instant tetter bark'd about, Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust All my smooth body.
Page 529 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.