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... Pray so ; and for the ordering your affairs , To sing them too : when you do dance , I wish you A wave o ' the sea , that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still , still so , and own No other function . Here the workmanship ...
... Pray so ; and for the ordering your affairs , To sing them too : when you do dance , I wish you A wave o ' the sea , that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still , still so , and own No other function . Here the workmanship ...
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... Pray to the gods to intermit 14 the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.15 Flav . Go , go , good countrymen , and , for this fault , Assemble all the poor men of your sort ; Draw them to Tiber banks , and weep your tears ...
... Pray to the gods to intermit 14 the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.15 Flav . Go , go , good countrymen , and , for this fault , Assemble all the poor men of your sort ; Draw them to Tiber banks , and weep your tears ...
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... pray you , do . Bru . I am not gamesome : 5 I do lack some part Of that quick spirit that is in Antony . Let me not hinder , Cassius , your desires ; I'll leave you . Cass . Brutus , I do observe you now of late : I have not from your ...
... pray you , do . Bru . I am not gamesome : 5 I do lack some part Of that quick spirit that is in Antony . Let me not hinder , Cassius , your desires ; I'll leave you . Cass . Brutus , I do observe you now of late : I have not from your ...
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... pray you : what , did Cæsar swoon ? Casca . He fell down in the market - place , and foam'd at mouth , and was speechless . Bru . ' Tis very like he hath the falling - sickness . Cass . No , Cæsar hath it not ; but you , and I , And ...
... pray you : what , did Cæsar swoon ? Casca . He fell down in the market - place , and foam'd at mouth , and was speechless . Bru . ' Tis very like he hath the falling - sickness . Cass . No , Cæsar hath it not ; but you , and I , And ...
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... pray the gods you may go through with that you have taken in hand ; but , withal , dispatch , I read you , for your enterprise is be- wrayed . " When he had said , he presently departed from them , and left Cass . Trebonius knows his ...
... pray the gods you may go through with that you have taken in hand ; but , withal , dispatch , I read you , for your enterprise is be- wrayed . " When he had said , he presently departed from them , and left Cass . Trebonius knows his ...
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Page 225 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
Page 266 - Exposing what is mortal and unsure To all that fortune, death and danger dare, Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw, When honour's at the stake.
Page 76 - 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.
Page 82 - 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 152 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Page 74 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear. Believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe. Censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Page 5 - I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that...
Page 222 - Get thee to a nunnery ; Why would'st thou be a breeder of sinners ? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better, my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in : What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven ! We are arrant knaves, all ; believe none of us : Go thy ways to a nunnery.
Page 176 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Page 294 - ... abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. — Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chop-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. — Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. HOR. What's that, my lord?...