The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. King Richard II. King Henry IV, part 1 |
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Had we pursued that life , And our weak spirits ne'er been higher reared With stronger blood , we should have answered Heaven Boldly , Not Guilty ; the imposition cleared , Hereditary ours . Her . By this we gather , You have tripped ...
Had we pursued that life , And our weak spirits ne'er been higher reared With stronger blood , we should have answered Heaven Boldly , Not Guilty ; the imposition cleared , Hereditary ours . Her . By this we gather , You have tripped ...
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Ay , and thou , His cupbearer , —whom I from meaner form Have benched , and reared to worship ; who mayst see Plainly , as heaven sees earth , and earth sees heaven , How I am galled , -mightst bespice a cup , To give mine enemy a ...
Ay , and thou , His cupbearer , —whom I from meaner form Have benched , and reared to worship ; who mayst see Plainly , as heaven sees earth , and earth sees heaven , How I am galled , -mightst bespice a cup , To give mine enemy a ...
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Swear his thought over By each particular star in heaven , and By all their influences , you may as well Forbid the sea for to obey the moon , 4 As , or by oath , remove , or counsel. 1 “ I am appointed him to murder you ; " I am the ...
Swear his thought over By each particular star in heaven , and By all their influences , you may as well Forbid the sea for to obey the moon , 4 As , or by oath , remove , or counsel. 1 “ I am appointed him to murder you ; " I am the ...
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For her , my lord , — I dare my life lay down , and will do't , sir , Please you to accept it , that the queen is spotless I'the eyes of Heaven , and to you ; I mean , In this which you accuse her . Ant . She's otherwise , I'll keep my ...
For her , my lord , — I dare my life lay down , and will do't , sir , Please you to accept it , that the queen is spotless I'the eyes of Heaven , and to you ; I mean , In this which you accuse her . Ant . She's otherwise , I'll keep my ...
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[ Exeunt . Leave me ; 1 i . e . commit it to some place as a stranger . To commend is to commity according to the old dictionaries . 2 i . e . the favor of Heaven . 3 i . e . to exposure , or to be lost or dropped . 6 VOL . III .
[ Exeunt . Leave me ; 1 i . e . commit it to some place as a stranger . To commend is to commity according to the old dictionaries . 2 i . e . the favor of Heaven . 3 i . e . to exposure , or to be lost or dropped . 6 VOL . III .
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Page 206 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed time; for from this instant There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys: renown and grace is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Page 319 - 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 cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?
Page 198 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 65 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Page 445 - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world: And for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; My soul the father: and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts, And these same thoughts people this little world, In humours like the people of this world, For no thought is contented.
Page 552 - Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : — this earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.