Works: Macbeth. Timon of Athens. Hamlet. Troilus and Cressida. Cymbeline. Coriolanus. Julius Caesar. Antony and Cleopatra. Titus Andronicus. Pericles. Venus and Adonis. The rape of Lucrece. Sonnets. A lover's complaint. The passionate pilgrim. Verses among the additional poems to Chester's love's martyr, 1601. Glossarial indexG. Routledge, 1889 |
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... thee , from our royal master , thanks ; Only to herald thee into his sight , not pay thee . Rosse . And , for an earnest of a greater honour , He bade me , from him , call thee thane of Cawdor : In which addition , hail , most worthy ...
... thee , from our royal master , thanks ; Only to herald thee into his sight , not pay thee . Rosse . And , for an earnest of a greater honour , He bade me , from him , call thee thane of Cawdor : In which addition , hail , most worthy ...
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... thee , and will labour To make thee full of growing . - Noble Banquo , That hast no less deserv'd , nor must be known No less to have done so , let me enfold thee , And hold thee to my heart . Ban . The harvest is your own . Dun . There ...
... thee , and will labour To make thee full of growing . - Noble Banquo , That hast no less deserv'd , nor must be known No less to have done so , let me enfold thee , And hold thee to my heart . Ban . The harvest is your own . Dun . There ...
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... thee hither , That I may pour my spirits in thine ear ; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round , Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal . - What is your ...
... thee hither , That I may pour my spirits in thine ear ; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round , Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal . - What is your ...
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... thee that too . A heavy summons lies like lead upon me , And yet I would not sleep : Merciful powers Restrain in me ... thee to bed . Is this a dagger which I see before me , [ Exit Servant . The handle toward my hand ? Come , let me ...
... thee that too . A heavy summons lies like lead upon me , And yet I would not sleep : Merciful powers Restrain in me ... thee to bed . Is this a dagger which I see before me , [ Exit Servant . The handle toward my hand ? Come , let me ...
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... thee . Macd . Then yield thee , coward , And live to be the show and gaze o ' the time . We'll have thee , as our rarer monsters are , Painted upon a pole ; and underwrit , ' Here may you see the tyrant . ' Macb . I will not yield , To ...
... thee . Macd . Then yield thee , coward , And live to be the show and gaze o ' the time . We'll have thee , as our rarer monsters are , Painted upon a pole ; and underwrit , ' Here may you see the tyrant . ' Macb . I will not yield , To ...
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Aaron Achilles Agamemnon Ajax Antony Apem Apemantus Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassius Cleo Cominius Coriolanus Cres CYMBELINE dead dear death deed Demet Diomed dost doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool fortune friends give gods grief GUIDERIUS Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector honour Iach king kiss lady Laer Laertes live look lord Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd madam Marcius Mark Antony ne'er never night noble PANDARUS Patroclus peace Pericles POLONIUS Pompey poor pray Priam prithee queen Roman Rome SCENE shalt shame sorrow soul speak sweet sword tears tell thee Ther There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought thyself Timon Titus tongue Troilus true Ulyss unto weep What's wilt words
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Page 489 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 759 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound: I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks...
Page 142 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that neither having the accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed, that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 420 - Help me, Cassius, or I sink!' I (as ^Eneas, our great ancestor, Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear) so, from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Caesar. And this man Is now become a god, and Cassius is A wretched creature and must bend his body If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake; 'tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their...
Page 739 - Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back ? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ? O, none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Page 115 - t, that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice : Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy ; rich, not gaudy : For the apparel oft proclaims the man ; And they in France of the best rank and station Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Page 450 - Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Page 40 - Tis call'd the evil ; A most miraculous work in this good king : Which often, since my here-remain in England, I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven, Himself best knows : but strangely-visited people, All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The mere despair of surgery, he cures ; Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, Put on with holy prayers : and, 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction.
Page 45 - 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 ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 728 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.