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... thou strike at , Marcus , with thy knife ? Marcus . At that that I have killed , my lord ; a fly . Titus . Out on ... art not for my company . Marcus . Alas , my lord , I have but kill'd a fly . Titus . But how , if that fly had a father ...
... thou strike at , Marcus , with thy knife ? Marcus . At that that I have killed , my lord ; a fly . Titus . Out on ... art not for my company . Marcus . Alas , my lord , I have but kill'd a fly . Titus . But how , if that fly had a father ...
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... art thou not the carrier ? Clo . Ay , of my pigeons , sir ; nothing else . Tit . Why , did'st thou not come from heaven ? Clo . From heaven ? alas , sir , I never came there . God forbid , I should be so bold to press to heaven in my ...
... art thou not the carrier ? Clo . Ay , of my pigeons , sir ; nothing else . Tit . Why , did'st thou not come from heaven ? Clo . From heaven ? alas , sir , I never came there . God forbid , I should be so bold to press to heaven in my ...
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... thou believ'st no God : That granted , how can'st thou believe an oath ? Aar . What if I do not ? as , indeed , I do not : Yet , for I know thou art religious , And hast a thing within thee called conscience , With twenty Popish tricks ...
... thou believ'st no God : That granted , how can'st thou believe an oath ? Aar . What if I do not ? as , indeed , I do not : Yet , for I know thou art religious , And hast a thing within thee called conscience , With twenty Popish tricks ...
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... Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds ? Aaron . Ay , that I had not done a thousand more . Tut , I have done a thousand dreadful things , As willingly as one would kill a fly ; And nothing grieves me heartily indeed , But that I ...
... Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds ? Aaron . Ay , that I had not done a thousand more . Tut , I have done a thousand dreadful things , As willingly as one would kill a fly ; And nothing grieves me heartily indeed , But that I ...
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... thou wilt go with me to the ale - house , so ; if not , thou art an Hebrew , a Jew , and not worth the name of a Christian . Speed . Why ? Laun . Because thou hast not so much charity in thee as to go to the ale - house with a Christian .
... thou wilt go with me to the ale - house , so ; if not , thou art an Hebrew , a Jew , and not worth the name of a Christian . Speed . Why ? Laun . Because thou hast not so much charity in thee as to go to the ale - house with a Christian .
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Page 146 - 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, Must give us pause. There's the respect...
Page 146 - No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action.
Page 206 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Page 136 - By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners; that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, Their virtues else, be they as pure as grace, As infinite as man may undergo, Shall in the general censure take corruption From that particular fault...
Page 155 - Not where he eats, but where he is eaten : a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet : we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots : your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, — two dishes, but to one table: that 's the end.
Page 244 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasure'd. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Page 426 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Page 180 - Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed king: The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputy elected by the Lord.
Page 357 - Be absolute for death; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life, — If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art...
Page 146 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer 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, Must give us pause.