The Works of William Shakspeare, Volume 2C.S. Francis, 1852 |
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... gone , for ever gone . 2 Gen. Do not say so . Count . Think upon patience .- ' Pray you , gentlemen , - I have felt so many quirks of joy , and grief , That the first face of neither , on the start , Can woman me unto't : -Where is my ...
... gone , for ever gone . 2 Gen. Do not say so . Count . Think upon patience .- ' Pray you , gentlemen , - I have felt so many quirks of joy , and grief , That the first face of neither , on the start , Can woman me unto't : -Where is my ...
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... gone : My being here it is , that keeps thee hence : Shall I stay here to do't ? no , no , although The air of paradise did fan the house , And angels officed all : I will be gone ; * Too much vice , which yet stands him in stead . + ...
... gone : My being here it is , that keeps thee hence : Shall I stay here to do't ? no , no , although The air of paradise did fan the house , And angels officed all : I will be gone ; * Too much vice , which yet stands him in stead . + ...
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... gone , He will return ; and hope I may , that she , Hearing so much , will speed her foot again , Led hither by pure love : which of them both Is dearest to me , I have no skill in sense To make distinction : -Provide this messenger ...
... gone , He will return ; and hope I may , that she , Hearing so much , will speed her foot again , Led hither by pure love : which of them both Is dearest to me , I have no skill in sense To make distinction : -Provide this messenger ...
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... gone about it ? Par . I know not what the success may be , my lord ; but the attempt I vow . Ber . I know , thou art valiant ; and , to the possibility of thy soldiership , will subscribe for thee . Farewell . Par . I love not many ...
... gone about it ? Par . I know not what the success may be , my lord ; but the attempt I vow . Ber . I know , thou art valiant ; and , to the possibility of thy soldiership , will subscribe for thee . Farewell . Par . I love not many ...
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... gone , made himself much sport out of him : by this authority he remains here , which he thinks is a patent for his sauciness ; and , indeed , he has no pace , but runs where he will . Laf . I like him well ; ' tis not amiss : and I was ...
... gone , made himself much sport out of him : by this authority he remains here , which he thinks is a patent for his sauciness ; and , indeed , he has no pace , but runs where he will . Laf . I like him well ; ' tis not amiss : and I was ...
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Page 387 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which, with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Page 240 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon,* gouts of blood, Which was not so before. — There's no such thing ; It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes. — Now o'er the one...
Page 242 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.
Page 159 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips and The...
Page 237 - 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 so meek...