The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: With Glossarial Notes, a Sketch of His Life, and an Estimate of His WritingsMoon, Boys & Graves, printsellers, 1832 - 908 pages |
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... Come , you must go visit the good lady that lies in . Fir . I will wish her speedy strength , and visit her with my ... comes news : -A wager , they have met . Lart . My horse to yours , no . Mar. ' Tis done . Lart . Agreed . Mar. Say ...
... Come , you must go visit the good lady that lies in . Fir . I will wish her speedy strength , and visit her with my ... comes news : -A wager , they have met . Lart . My horse to yours , no . Mar. ' Tis done . Lart . Agreed . Mar. Say ...
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... Come , come , let us see him out at gates ; come : - The gods preserve our noble tribunes ! -Come . [ Exeunt . ACT IV ... comes his mother . Sic . Let's not meet her . Foolish . + Insidious . Exposure . 1 Noblest True metal . Good man ...
... Come , come , let us see him out at gates ; come : - The gods preserve our noble tribunes ! -Come . [ Exeunt . ACT IV ... comes his mother . Sic . Let's not meet her . Foolish . + Insidious . Exposure . 1 Noblest True metal . Good man ...
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... come ! But it sufficeth , that the day will end , And then the end is known . - Come , ho ! away ! [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - The same . - The Field of Battle . Alarum . - Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA . Bru . Ride , ride , Messala , ride , and ...
... come ! But it sufficeth , that the day will end , And then the end is known . - Come , ho ! away ! [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - The same . - The Field of Battle . Alarum . - Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA . Bru . Ride , ride , Messala , ride , and ...
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... Come then ; and , Eros , Thy master dies thy scholar to do thus [ Falling on his Sword . How ! not yet dead ? not I ... comes to punish us , and we punish it Seeming to bear it lightly . Take me up : I have led you oft ; carry me now ...
... Come then ; and , Eros , Thy master dies thy scholar to do thus [ Falling on his Sword . How ! not yet dead ? not I ... comes to punish us , and we punish it Seeming to bear it lightly . Take me up : I have led you oft ; carry me now ...
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... Come hither purposely to poison me.- There's for thyself , and that's for Tamora.- Ah ! sirrah ! + - Yet I do think we are not brought so low , But that , between us , we can kill a fly , That comes in likeness of a coal - black Moor ...
... Come hither purposely to poison me.- There's for thyself , and that's for Tamora.- Ah ! sirrah ! + - Yet I do think we are not brought so low , But that , between us , we can kill a fly , That comes in likeness of a coal - black Moor ...
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Page 210 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse. Which I observing, Took once a pliant hour ; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels...
Page 325 - 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 242 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Page 186 - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Page 44 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts; I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit...
Page 211 - tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners : so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce ; set hyssop, and weed up thyme ; supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many ; either to have it steril with idleness, or manured with industry, — why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
Page 60 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, 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 200 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Page 355 - Have you the heart ? When your head did but ake, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had, a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again : And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you?
Page 240 - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice : Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts, and wakes ; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.