The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 10Little, Brown, 1872 |
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... come down to us brings up some very interesting questions . Like that of The Merry Wives of Windsor , Henry the ... comes to us under the authority of Shakespeare's fellow - actors ) involves , therefore , an inquiry into the manner ...
... come down to us brings up some very interesting questions . Like that of The Merry Wives of Windsor , Henry the ... comes to us under the authority of Shakespeare's fellow - actors ) involves , therefore , an inquiry into the manner ...
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... Come , civil night , Thou sober - suited matron , all in black , And learn me how to lose a winning match , Play'd for ... comes my nurse . " Act III . Sc . 2 . " Why rail'st thou on thy birth , the heaven , and earth ? Since birth , and ...
... Come , civil night , Thou sober - suited matron , all in black , And learn me how to lose a winning match , Play'd for ... comes my nurse . " Act III . Sc . 2 . " Why rail'st thou on thy birth , the heaven , and earth ? Since birth , and ...
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... come anon : - But if thou meanest not well , I do beseech thee , - Madam . ( by and by I come ) To cease thy suit , and leave me to my griefe : To - morrow will I send . Ro . So thriue my soul , - Ju . A thousand times good night ! Ro ...
... come anon : - But if thou meanest not well , I do beseech thee , - Madam . ( by and by I come ) To cease thy suit , and leave me to my griefe : To - morrow will I send . Ro . So thriue my soul , - Ju . A thousand times good night ! Ro ...
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... come she will . Fr. I gesse she will indeed , Youths love is quicke , swifter than swiftest speed . Enter Iuliet somewhat fast , and embraceth Romeo . See where she comes . So light of foote nere hurts the troden flower : Of love and ...
... come she will . Fr. I gesse she will indeed , Youths love is quicke , swifter than swiftest speed . Enter Iuliet somewhat fast , and embraceth Romeo . See where she comes . So light of foote nere hurts the troden flower : Of love and ...
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... comes upon me : O , much I fear some ill unlucky thing . Bal . As I did sleep under this yew - tree here , I dreamt my master and another fought , And that my master slew him . Fri. Alack , alack , what blood is this which stains Romeo ...
... comes upon me : O , much I fear some ill unlucky thing . Bal . As I did sleep under this yew - tree here , I dreamt my master and another fought , And that my master slew him . Fri. Alack , alack , what blood is this which stains Romeo ...
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Page 447 - 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 369 - I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Page 334 - I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Page 443 - 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 501 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 466 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Page 451 - How is't with me, when every noise appals me ? What hands are here ? ha ! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Page 366 - tis his will: Let but the commons hear this testament, , (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue.
Page 57 - O ! then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Page 364 - 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.