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O sacred receptacle of my joys , Sweet cell of virtue and nobility , How many sons
of mine hast thou in store , That thou wilt never render to me more ! Luc . Give us
the proudest prisoner of the Goths , That we may hew his limbs , and on a pile ...
O sacred receptacle of my joys , Sweet cell of virtue and nobility , How many sons
of mine hast thou in store , That thou wilt never render to me more ! Luc . Give us
the proudest prisoner of the Goths , That we may hew his limbs , and on a pile ...
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Kind Rome , that hast thus lovingly reserv'd The cordial of mine age to glad my
heart !Lavinia , live ; outlive thy father's days , And fame's eternal date , for virtue's
praise ! Enter , below , MARCUS ANDRONICUS and Tribunes ; re - enter ...
Kind Rome , that hast thus lovingly reserv'd The cordial of mine age to glad my
heart !Lavinia , live ; outlive thy father's days , And fame's eternal date , for virtue's
praise ! Enter , below , MARCUS ANDRONICUS and Tribunes ; re - enter ...
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Tit . I am not bid to wait upon this bride :Titus , when wert thou wont to walk alone
, Dishonour'd thus , and challenged of wrongs ? Re - enter MARCUS , LUCIUS ,
QUINTUS , and MARTIUS . Marc . O Titus , see , O , see what thou hast done !
Tit . I am not bid to wait upon this bride :Titus , when wert thou wont to walk alone
, Dishonour'd thus , and challenged of wrongs ? Re - enter MARCUS , LUCIUS ,
QUINTUS , and MARTIUS . Marc . O Titus , see , O , see what thou hast done !
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Then , Aaron , arm thy heart , and fit thy thoughts , To mount aloft with thy imperial
mistress , And mount her pitch , whom thou in triumph long Hast prisoner held ,
fetter'd in amorous chains , And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes Than is ...
Then , Aaron , arm thy heart , and fit thy thoughts , To mount aloft with thy imperial
mistress , And mount her pitch , whom thou in triumph long Hast prisoner held ,
fetter'd in amorous chains , And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes Than is ...
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What , hast not thou full often struck a doe , And borne her cleanly by the keeper '
s nose ? Aar . Why , then , it seems , sonie certain snatch or so Would serve your
turns . Chi . Ay , so the turn were serv ' d . Dem . Aaron , thou hast hit it . Aar .
What , hast not thou full often struck a doe , And borne her cleanly by the keeper '
s nose ? Aar . Why , then , it seems , sonie certain snatch or so Would serve your
turns . Chi . Ay , so the turn were serv ' d . Dem . Aaron , thou hast hit it . Aar .
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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.
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 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 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 334 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause ; and be silent, that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom ; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Page 394 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Page 347 - I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me ; For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius ? Should I have answer...
Page 336 - Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill : Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.
Page 513 - For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ, I'll have these players Play something like the murder of my father Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks; I'll tent him to the quick: if he but blench, I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, As he is very potent with such spirits, Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative...
Page 506 - I have of late but wherefore I know not lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
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| Title | The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 5 The Works of William Shakespeare, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Alexander Dyce |
| Publisher | E. Moxon, 1857 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 27 Dec 2006 |
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