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A&IV AA III Act III All's appear bear beauty beſt better blood brave breath Cæfar cheek comes Coriolanus Cymb doth Duke Earl elſe excellence face fair faſhion father's fear fellow fing fortune foul friends give gold grace Hamlet hand hath head hear heart heav'n Henry himſelf honour horſe John Julius keep King Lady Lady Lady Lear leave light live Loft look Lord marry Mercb Merch Merry Wives mind Miſs moſt muſt names Nature never noble Othello play poor praiſe Rich ſay ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſoul ſpeak ſpirit ſteal ſuch ſweet thee theſe thing thou Thou art thought tongue Twelfth Night uſe VIII Winter's Tale women write young youth
Page 18 - Hence, bashful cunning; And prompt me, plain and holy innocence ! I am your wife, if you will marry me ; If not, I'll die your maid : to be your fellow You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.
Page 27 - I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better, my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in. imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.
Page 75 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Page 50 - He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
Page 26 - I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Page 68 - 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, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on...
Page 27 - That I did love the Moor to live with him, My downright violence and storm of fortunes May trumpet to the world...
Page 73 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend: so Caesar may; Then, lest he may, prevent.
Page 12 - It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!