Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. Richard II. Henry IV, pt. 1Phillips and Samson, 1848 |
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... tongue that moves , none , none i'the world , So soon as yours , could win me ; so it should now , Were there necessity in your request , although ' Twere needful I denied it . My affairs Do even drag me homeward ; which to hinder Were ...
... tongue that moves , none , none i'the world , So soon as yours , could win me ; so it should now , Were there necessity in your request , although ' Twere needful I denied it . My affairs Do even drag me homeward ; which to hinder Were ...
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... tongue blister ; And never to my red - looked anger be The trumpet any more . - Pray you , Emilia , Commend my best obedience to the queen ; If she dares trust me with her little babe , I'll show't the king , and undertake to be Her ...
... tongue blister ; And never to my red - looked anger be The trumpet any more . - Pray you , Emilia , Commend my best obedience to the queen ; If she dares trust me with her little babe , I'll show't the king , and undertake to be Her ...
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... tongue I have . Tell her , Emilia , If wit flow from it , As boldness from my bosom , let it not be doubted I shall do good . Emil . I'll to the queen . Now be you blest for it ! Please you , come something nearer . Keep . Madam , if't ...
... tongue I have . Tell her , Emilia , If wit flow from it , As boldness from my bosom , let it not be doubted I shall do good . Emil . I'll to the queen . Now be you blest for it ! Please you , come something nearer . Keep . Madam , if't ...
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... tongue ; who late hath beat her husband , And now baits me ! -This brat is none of mine ; It is the issue of Polixenes . Hence with it ; and , together with the dam , Commit them to the fire . Paul . It is yours ; And , might we lay the ...
... tongue ; who late hath beat her husband , And now baits me ! -This brat is none of mine ; It is the issue of Polixenes . Hence with it ; and , together with the dam , Commit them to the fire . Paul . It is yours ; And , might we lay the ...
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... tongues to talk their bitterest . 1 Lord . Say no more ; Howe'er the business goes , you have made fault I'the boldness of your speech . Paul . I am sorry for't ; All faults I make , when I shall come to know them , I do repent . Alas ...
... tongues to talk their bitterest . 1 Lord . Say no more ; Howe'er the business goes , you have made fault I'the boldness of your speech . Paul . I am sorry for't ; All faults I make , when I shall come to know them , I do repent . Alas ...
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Page 406 - 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...
Page 206 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed time; for from this instant There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys: renown and grace is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Page 67 - What you do Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Page 188 - The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Page 198 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 381 - Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Page 443 - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world: And for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; My soul the father: and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts, And these same thoughts people this little world In humours like the people of this world, For no thought is contented.
Page 253 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Page 195 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me, I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums, And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn As you have done to this ! Macb.
Page 550 - Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : — this earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.