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Page 176
Why this fpaded this place : This slave - like habit , and these looks of care ? Thy
flatt'rers yet wear filk , drink wine , lye soft ; Hug their diseas'd perfumes , and
have forgot That ever Timon was . Shame not these weeds , ( 28 ) , Âó ( 27 ) Dry
up ...
Why this fpaded this place : This slave - like habit , and these looks of care ? Thy
flatt'rers yet wear filk , drink wine , lye soft ; Hug their diseas'd perfumes , and
have forgot That ever Timon was . Shame not these weeds , ( 28 ) , Âó ( 27 ) Dry
up ...
Page 198
Nor are they living , Who were the motives that you first went out : Shame , that
they wanted cunning , in excess ( 42 ) Hath broke their hearts . March on , oh ,
noble Lord , Juto our city with thy banners spread ; By decimation and a cithed
death ...
Nor are they living , Who were the motives that you first went out : Shame , that
they wanted cunning , in excess ( 42 ) Hath broke their hearts . March on , oh ,
noble Lord , Juto our city with thy banners spread ; By decimation and a cithed
death ...
Page 277
A pattern , precedent , and lively warrant , For me , most wretched , to perform the
like : Die , die , Lavinia , and thy shame with thee , And with thy shame thy father's
sorrow die ! [ Hekills hogar Sat. What halt thou done , unnatural and unkind ' ?
A pattern , precedent , and lively warrant , For me , most wretched , to perform the
like : Die , die , Lavinia , and thy shame with thee , And with thy shame thy father's
sorrow die ! [ Hekills hogar Sat. What halt thou done , unnatural and unkind ' ?
Page 328
Shame itself !Why do you make such faces ? when all's done , You look but on a
stool . Macb . Pr'ythee , see there ! Behold ! look ! lo ! how say you ? ( Pointing to
the Ghost . Why , what care I ! if thou canst nod , speak too . - If charnel - houses ...
Shame itself !Why do you make such faces ? when all's done , You look but on a
stool . Macb . Pr'ythee , see there ! Behold ! look ! lo ! how say you ? ( Pointing to
the Ghost . Why , what care I ! if thou canst nod , speak too . - If charnel - houses ...
Page 454
... thee , that wilt revenge Thine own particular wrongs , and stop those maims Of
shame seen through thy country , speed thee straight , And make my misery
serve thy turn : so use it , That my revengeful services may prove As benefits to
thee .
... thee , that wilt revenge Thine own particular wrongs , and stop those maims Of
shame seen through thy country , speed thee straight , And make my misery
serve thy turn : so use it , That my revengeful services may prove As benefits to
thee .
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| Title | The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volume 6 The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Mr. Theobald (Lewis) |
| Publisher | H. Woodfall, 1767 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 3 Jan 2007 |
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