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What villain , madam ? La . Cap . That same villain , Romeo , Jul . Villain and he
are many miles asunder . . God pardon him ! I do , with all my heart ; . ' . And yet
no man , like him , doth grieve my heart . . La . Cap . That is , because the traitor ...
What villain , madam ? La . Cap . That same villain , Romeo , Jul . Villain and he
are many miles asunder . . God pardon him ! I do , with all my heart ; . ' . And yet
no man , like him , doth grieve my heart . . La . Cap . That is , because the traitor ...
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madam ! sweet - heart ! - why , bride ! What , not a word ? — you take your
pennyworths now ; Sleep for a week : for the next night , I warrant , The county
Paris hath set up his rest , That you shall rest but little . — God forgive me , ( Marry
and ...
madam ! sweet - heart ! - why , bride ! What , not a word ? — you take your
pennyworths now ; Sleep for a week : for the next night , I warrant , The county
Paris hath set up his rest , That you shall rest but little . — God forgive me , ( Marry
and ...
Page 142
My liege , and madam , to expostulate * What majesty should be , what duty is ,
Why day is day , night , night , and time is time , Were nothing but to waste night ,
day , and time . Therefore , - since brevity is the soul of wit , And tediousness the ...
My liege , and madam , to expostulate * What majesty should be , what duty is ,
Why day is day , night , night , and time is time , Were nothing but to waste night ,
day , and time . Therefore , - since brevity is the soul of wit , And tediousness the ...
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Bounteous madam , Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio , He ' s never any
thing but your true servant . Des . O , sir , I thank you : You do love my lord : You
have known him long ; and be you well assur ' d , He shall in strangeness stand ...
Bounteous madam , Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio , He ' s never any
thing but your true servant . Des . O , sir , I thank you : You do love my lord : You
have known him long ; and be you well assur ' d , He shall in strangeness stand ...
Page 317
Emil . Alas , what does this gentleman conceive ? How do you , madam ? how do
you , my good lady ? Des . ' Faith , half asleep . Emil . Good madam , what ' s the
matter with my lord ? Des . With who ? Emil . Why , with my lord , madam . Des .
Emil . Alas , what does this gentleman conceive ? How do you , madam ? how do
you , my good lady ? Des . ' Faith , half asleep . Emil . Good madam , what ' s the
matter with my lord ? Des . With who ? Emil . Why , with my lord , madam . Des .
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Attendants bear better blood bring Capulet Cassio comes daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost doth earth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith fall Farewell father fear follow fortune friar give gone Hamlet hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hold honest Horatio hour I'll Iago Juliet keep King lady Laer Laertes lago leave light live look lord madam marry matter means mind Moor mother murder nature never night noble Nurse Othello play poor pray Prince Queen Romeo SCENE seen sleep soul speak stand stay sweet sword tears tell thank thee thing thou thou art thought to-night true Tybalt villain watch wife young
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Page 30 - To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head ? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp ; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! > O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! JuL --
Page 34 - Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Page 129 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine...
Page 159 - The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...
Page 67 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 21 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Page 31 - O Romeo, Romeo ! wherefore art thou Romeo ? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name : Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Page 163 - O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Page 123 - Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Page 174 - 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.
Bibliographic information
| Title | The Plays, Volume 10 The Plays, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 6 Feb 2008 |
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