Complete Works: With Life, Compendium and Concordance, Volume 3Gebbie publishing Company, limited, 1896 |
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... Exit DROMIO S. Ant . S. A trusty villain , sir , that very oft , When I am dull with care and melancholy , Lightens my humour with his merry jests . What , will you walk with me about the town , And then go to my inn and dine with me ...
... Exit DROMIO S. Ant . S. A trusty villain , sir , that very oft , When I am dull with care and melancholy , Lightens my humour with his merry jests . What , will you walk with me about the town , And then go to my inn and dine with me ...
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... Exit DROHIO E Ant . S. Upon my life , by some device or other , The villain is o'er - raught of all my money . They say this town is full of cozenage ; As , nimble jugglers that deceive the eye , Dark - working sorcerers that change the ...
... Exit DROHIO E Ant . S. Upon my life , by some device or other , The villain is o'er - raught of all my money . They say this town is full of cozenage ; As , nimble jugglers that deceive the eye , Dark - working sorcerers that change the ...
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... Exit Adr . Hence , prating peasant ; fetch thy master home . Dro . E. Am I so round with you , as you with me , That like a football you do spurn me thus ? You spurn me hence , and he will spurn me hither : If I last in this service you ...
... Exit Adr . Hence , prating peasant ; fetch thy master home . Dro . E. Am I so round with you , as you with me , That like a football you do spurn me thus ? You spurn me hence , and he will spurn me hither : If I last in this service you ...
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... Exit LUCIANA . Enter from the House of ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS , DROMIO OF SYRACUSE , Ant . S. Why , how now , Dromio ? where run'st thou so fast ? Dro . S. Do you know me , sir ? am I Dromio ? am I your man ? am I myself ? Ant . S. Thou ...
... Exit LUCIANA . Enter from the House of ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS , DROMIO OF SYRACUSE , Ant . S. Why , how now , Dromio ? where run'st thou so fast ? Dro . S. Do you know me , sir ? am I Dromio ? am I your man ? am I myself ? Ant . S. Thou ...
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... Exit . have : Ant . S. What is your will that I shall do with this ? Ang . What please yourself , sir ; I have made it for you . Ant . S. Made it for me , sir ! I bespoke it not . Ang . Not once nor twice , but twenty times Go home with ...
... Exit . have : Ant . S. What is your will that I shall do with this ? Ang . What please yourself , sir ; I have made it for you . Ant . S. Made it for me , sir ! I bespoke it not . Ang . Not once nor twice , but twenty times Go home with ...
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Page 420 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more ; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger ; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood...
Page 54 - 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 205 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence: throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Page 54 - To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties...
Page 204 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be...
Page 54 - Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off : And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast...
Page 185 - This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal...
Page 300 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it : Honour is a mere scutcheon/ and so ends my catechism.
Page 55 - t, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know How tender...
Page 350 - With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That with the hurly death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, And in the calmest and most stillest night, ' With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king...