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Thou art a Roman , -be not barbarous : The Greeks upon advice did bury Ajax
That slew himself ; and wise Laertes ' son Did graciously plead for his funerals :
Let not young Mutius , then , that was thy joy , Be barr'd his entrance here , Tit .
Thou art a Roman , -be not barbarous : The Greeks upon advice did bury Ajax
That slew himself ; and wise Laertes ' son Did graciously plead for his funerals :
Let not young Mutius , then , that was thy joy , Be barr'd his entrance here , Tit .
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Had I the power that some say Dian had , Thy temples should be planted
presently With horns , as was Actæon's ; and the hounds Should drive ( 28 ) upon
thy new - transformed limbs , Unmannerly intruder as thou art ! Lav . Under your ...
Had I the power that some say Dian had , Thy temples should be planted
presently With horns , as was Actæon's ; and the hounds Should drive ( 28 ) upon
thy new - transformed limbs , Unmannerly intruder as thou art ! Lav . Under your ...
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Thy hand once more ; I will not loose again , Till thou art here aloft , or I below :
Thou canst not come to me , I come to thee . [ Falls in . Enter SATURNINUS with
AARON . Sat . Along with me : I ' ll see what hole is here , And what he is that now
...
Thy hand once more ; I will not loose again , Till thou art here aloft , or I below :
Thou canst not come to me , I come to thee . [ Falls in . Enter SATURNINUS with
AARON . Sat . Along with me : I ' ll see what hole is here , And what he is that now
...
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Rent off thy silver hair , thy other hand Gnawing with thy teeth ; and be this dismal
sight The closing up of our most wretched eyes : Now is a time to storm ; why art
thou still ? Tit . Ha , ha , ha ! Marc . Why dost thou laugh ? it fits not with this hour ...
Rent off thy silver hair , thy other hand Gnawing with thy teeth ; and be this dismal
sight The closing up of our most wretched eyes : Now is a time to storm ; why art
thou still ? Tit . Ha , ha , ha ! Marc . Why dost thou laugh ? it fits not with this hour ...
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Alas , the tender boy , in passion mov ' d , Doth weep to see his grandsire ' s
heaviness . Tit . Peace , tender sapling ; thou art made of tears , And tears will
quickly melt thy life away .[ Marcus strikes the dish with a knife . What dost thou
strike at ...
Alas , the tender boy , in passion mov ' d , Doth weep to see his grandsire ' s
heaviness . Tit . Peace , tender sapling ; thou art made of tears , And tears will
quickly melt thy life away .[ Marcus strikes the dish with a knife . What dost thou
strike at ...
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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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