Shakspere's works [from the text of N. Delius].

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Page 306 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 53 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Page 106 - No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
Page 95 - I'll not shed her blood, Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.
Page 51 - Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee ! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
Page 31 - Twere now to be most happy; for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Page 21 - That I did love the Moor to live with him, My downright violence and storm of fortunes May trumpet to the world ; my heart's subdued Even to the very quality of my lord : I saw Othello's visage in his mind ; And to his honours, and his valiant parts, Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
Page 216 - His legs bestrid the ocean : his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in 't ; an autumn 'twas, That grew the more by reaping : his delights Were dolphin-like ; they show'd his back above The element they liv'd in : in his livery Walk'd crowns, and crownets ; realms and islands were As plates dropp'd from his pocket.
Page 95 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! It is the cause.
Page 56 - s honest. lago. Long live she so : and long live you to think so ! Oth. And yet, how nature erring from itself, lago. Ay, there 's the point : as, to be bold with you, Not to affect many proposed matches, Of her own clime, complexion, and degree, Whereto, we see.

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