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... ; that is , I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No. Yes , I am : Then fly . What , from myself ? Great reason why : Lest I revenge . What , myself upon myself ? Alack , I love myself . Wherefore ? for any KING RICHARD THE THIRD . 75.
... ; that is , I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No. Yes , I am : Then fly . What , from myself ? Great reason why : Lest I revenge . What , myself upon myself ? Alack , I love myself . Wherefore ? for any KING RICHARD THE THIRD . 75.
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... reason with your choler question What ' tis you go about : to climb steep hills Requires slow pace at first : anger is like A full - hot horse , who being allow'd his way , Self - mettle tires him . — Act 1 , Sc . 1 . Be advised ; Heat ...
... reason with your choler question What ' tis you go about : to climb steep hills Requires slow pace at first : anger is like A full - hot horse , who being allow'd his way , Self - mettle tires him . — Act 1 , Sc . 1 . Be advised ; Heat ...
Page 87
... reason leads , finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling without fear : to fear the worst oft cures the worst . - Act 3 , Sc . 2 . Pan . Nay , I'll give my word for her too : our kindred , though they be long ere they are wooed ...
... reason leads , finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling without fear : to fear the worst oft cures the worst . - Act 3 , Sc . 2 . Pan . Nay , I'll give my word for her too : our kindred , though they be long ere they are wooed ...
Page 108
... reason . Bear with me ; My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar , And I must pause till it come back to me . First Cit . Methinks there is much reason in his sayings . Sec . Cit . If thou consider rightly of the matter , Cæsar has ...
... reason . Bear with me ; My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar , And I must pause till it come back to me . First Cit . Methinks there is much reason in his sayings . Sec . Cit . If thou consider rightly of the matter , Cæsar has ...
Page 120
... reason , Would have mourn'd longer , -married with my uncle , My father's brother ; but no more like my father Than I to Hercules . Within a month , Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing of her galled eyes ...
... reason , Would have mourn'd longer , -married with my uncle , My father's brother ; but no more like my father Than I to Hercules . Within a month , Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing of her galled eyes ...
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Page 108 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, — For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all, all honourable men, — Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
Page 43 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Enough ; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Page 141 - I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it ; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth scapes i...
Page 110 - This was the noblest Roman of them all; All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; 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 120 - gainst self-slaughter! O God ! O God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden. That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
Page 79 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Page 145 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Page 33 - 11 begin it, — Ding, dong, bell. All. Ding, dong, bell. Bass. So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
Page 148 - Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 108 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man.