The Works of William Shakspeare, Volume 2C.S. Francis, 1852 |
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Page 117
... peace it bodes , and love , and quiet life , An awful rule , and right supremacy . And , to be short , what not , that's sweet and happy . Bap . Now fair befall thee , good Petruchio ! The wager thou hast won ; and I will add Unto their ...
... peace it bodes , and love , and quiet life , An awful rule , and right supremacy . And , to be short , what not , that's sweet and happy . Bap . Now fair befall thee , good Petruchio ! The wager thou hast won ; and I will add Unto their ...
Page 118
... peace ; Or seek for rule , supremacy , and sway , When they are bound to serve , love , and obey . Why are our bodies soft , and weak , and smooth , Unapt to toil and trouble in the world ; But that our soft conditions * and our hearts ...
... peace ; Or seek for rule , supremacy , and sway , When they are bound to serve , love , and obey . Why are our bodies soft , and weak , and smooth , Unapt to toil and trouble in the world ; But that our soft conditions * and our hearts ...
Page 121
... peace , until You had drawn oaths from him , not to stay . You , Sir , Charge him too coldly : Tell him , you are sure , All in Bohemia's well : this satisfaction The by - gone day proclaim'd ; say this to him , He's beat from his best ...
... peace , until You had drawn oaths from him , not to stay . You , Sir , Charge him too coldly : Tell him , you are sure , All in Bohemia's well : this satisfaction The by - gone day proclaim'd ; say this to him , He's beat from his best ...
Page 186
... peace , Paulina ; Thou shouldst a husband take by my consent , As I by thine , a wife : this is a match , And made between's by vows . Thou hast found mine ; But how , is to be question'd : for I saw her , As I thought , dead ; and have ...
... peace , Paulina ; Thou shouldst a husband take by my consent , As I by thine , a wife : this is a match , And made between's by vows . Thou hast found mine ; But how , is to be question'd : for I saw her , As I thought , dead ; and have ...
Page 215
... Peace , doting wizard , peace , I am not mad . Adr . O , that thou wert not , poor distressed soul ! Ant . E. You minion you , are these your customers ? Did this companion * with a saffron face Revel and feast it at my house to - day ...
... Peace , doting wizard , peace , I am not mad . Adr . O , that thou wert not , poor distressed soul ! Ant . E. You minion you , are these your customers ? Did this companion * with a saffron face Revel and feast it at my house to - day ...
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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.
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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...