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On my soul , I ' ll speak but truth . I told my lord the duke , By the devil ' s illusions
The monk might be deceiv ' d ; and that ' twas dang ' s ous for him , To ruminate
on this so far , until It forg ' d him some design , which , being believ ' d .
On my soul , I ' ll speak but truth . I told my lord the duke , By the devil ' s illusions
The monk might be deceiv ' d ; and that ' twas dang ' s ous for him , To ruminate
on this so far , until It forg ' d him some design , which , being believ ' d .
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And , as the long divorce of steel falls on me , Make of your prayers one sweet
sacrifice , And lift my soul to heaven . - Lead on , o ' God ' s pame . Lov . I do
beseech your grace , for charity , If ever any malice in your heart Were lid against
me ...
And , as the long divorce of steel falls on me , Make of your prayers one sweet
sacrifice , And lift my soul to heaven . - Lead on , o ' God ' s pame . Lov . I do
beseech your grace , for charity , If ever any malice in your heart Were lid against
me ...
Page 138
It is suppos ' d , He , that meets Hector , issues from our choice : And choice ,
being mutual act of all our souls , Makes merit her election ; and doth boil , As '
twere from forth us all , a man distillid Out of our virtues ; Who miscarrying , What
heart ...
It is suppos ' d , He , that meets Hector , issues from our choice : And choice ,
being mutual act of all our souls , Makes merit her election ; and doth boil , As '
twere from forth us all , a man distillid Out of our virtues ; Who miscarrying , What
heart ...
Page 144
... but modest doubt is callid The beacon of the wise , the tent that searches To
the bottom of the worst . Let Helen go : Since the first sword was drawn about this
question , Every tithe soul , ' mongst many thousand dismes * , Hath been as dear
...
... but modest doubt is callid The beacon of the wise , the tent that searches To
the bottom of the worst . Let Helen go : Since the first sword was drawn about this
question , Every tithe soul , ' mongst many thousand dismes * , Hath been as dear
...
Page 211
This she ? no , this is Diomed ' s Cressida : If beauty have a soul , this is not she ;
If souls guide vows , if vows be sanctimony , If sanctimony be the gods ' delight , If
there be rule in unity itself , This was not she . O madness of discourse , That ...
This she ? no , this is Diomed ' s Cressida : If beauty have a soul , this is not she ;
If souls guide vows , if vows be sanctimony , If sanctimony be the gods ' delight , If
there be rule in unity itself , This was not she . O madness of discourse , That ...
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Page 175 - Take the instant way, For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast ; keep, then, the path ; For Emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue ; if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by, And leave you hindmost.
Page 283 - Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
Page 72 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Page 132 - Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then...
Page 72 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Page 106 - Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
Page 175 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Page 74 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Page 403 - I loved the maid I married ; never man Sigh'd truer breath ; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing ! more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.
Page 427 - What have you done ? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother ! O ! You have won a happy victory to Rome ; But, for your son, — believe it, O, believe it, — Most dangerously you have with him prevailed, If not most mortal to him.
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| Title | The Plays of William Shakspeare: King Henry VIII ; Troilus and Cressida ; Timon of Athens ; Coriolanus Volume 6 of The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, with Glossarial Notes, and a Sketch of the Life of Shakspeare, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | J. Nichols, 1811 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 25 Feb 2008 |
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