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Gentle lover , remedy . Puck . Here , villain ; diawn and ready . Where art [
Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eyes thou ? When thou wakost , Lys . I will be
with thee straight . Thou tak'st Puck . Follow me then True delight To plainer
ground .
Gentle lover , remedy . Puck . Here , villain ; diawn and ready . Where art [
Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eyes thou ? When thou wakost , Lys . I will be
with thee straight . Thou tak'st Puck . Follow me then True delight To plainer
ground .
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Stay gentle Margaret , and hear me speak . To seek to put me down , and reign
thyself . Q. Mar. Thou hast spoke too much already ; get York . This oath I willingly
take , and will perform . [ Coming from the throne . K. Hen . Gentle son Edward ...
Stay gentle Margaret , and hear me speak . To seek to put me down , and reign
thyself . Q. Mar. Thou hast spoke too much already ; get York . This oath I willingly
take , and will perform . [ Coming from the throne . K. Hen . Gentle son Edward ...
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Edw . Smile , gentle heaven ! or strike , ungentle death ! Rich . Then , executioner
, unsheath thy sword : For this world frowns , and Edward's sun is clouded . By
him that made us all I am resolvid , That Clifford's manhood lies upon his tongue .
Edw . Smile , gentle heaven ! or strike , ungentle death ! Rich . Then , executioner
, unsheath thy sword : For this world frowns , and Edward's sun is clouded . By
him that made us all I am resolvid , That Clifford's manhood lies upon his tongue .
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Glo . How fares our cousin , noble lord of York ? Buck . What think'st thou then of
Stanley ? will York . I thank you , gentle uncle . O , my lord , not he ? You said ,
that idle weeds are fast in growth : Cate . He will do all in all as Hastings doth .
Glo . How fares our cousin , noble lord of York ? Buck . What think'st thou then of
Stanley ? will York . I thank you , gentle uncle . O , my lord , not he ? You said ,
that idle weeds are fast in growth : Cate . He will do all in all as Hastings doth .
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William Shakespeare. Enter Lucius , with his Sword drawn . That hath receix'd
some unrecuring wound . Tit . It was my deer ; and he , that wounded her , O ,
reverend tribunes ! gentle aged men ! Hath hurt me more than had he kill'd me
dead ...
William Shakespeare. Enter Lucius , with his Sword drawn . That hath receix'd
some unrecuring wound . Tit . It was my deer ; and he , that wounded her , O ,
reverend tribunes ! gentle aged men ! Hath hurt me more than had he kill'd me
dead ...
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Page 224 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 321 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Page 448 - Let him depart ; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company, That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is...
Page 407 - When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model ; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection ; Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then but draw anew the model In fewer offices, or at last desist To build at all...
Page 316 - Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Page 414 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Page 448 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Page 448 - We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Page 78 - ... accommodations that thou bear'st, Are nurs'd by baseness ; Thou art by no means valiant ; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm ; Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st ; yet grossly fear'st Thy death which is no more.
Page 314 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse...
Bibliographic information
| Title | The Plays of William Shakespeare, Volume 1 |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Edition | 6 |
| Publisher | Charles Willliams, 1813 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 29 Dec 2006 |
| Length | 913 pages |
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