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Page 81
Go , get thee hence , for I will not away :What's here ? a cup , clos'd in my true
love's hand ? Poison , I see , hath been his timeless end :O churi ! drink all ; and
leave no friendly drop , To help me after ? -I will kiss thy lips ; Haply , some
poison ...
Go , get thee hence , for I will not away :What's here ? a cup , clos'd in my true
love's hand ? Poison , I see , hath been his timeless end :O churi ! drink all ; and
leave no friendly drop , To help me after ? -I will kiss thy lips ; Haply , some
poison ...
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That he is mad , ' tis true : ' tis true , ' tis pity ; And pity ' tis , ' tis true : a foolish figure
, But farewell it , for I will use no art . Mad let us grant him then : and now remains
, That we find out the cause of this effect ; Or , rather say , the cause of this ...
That he is mad , ' tis true : ' tis true , ' tis pity ; And pity ' tis , ' tis true : a foolish figure
, But farewell it , for I will use no art . Mad let us grant him then : and now remains
, That we find out the cause of this effect ; Or , rather say , the cause of this ...
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O , ' tis too true ! how smart A lash that speech doth give my conscience ! The
harlot's cheek , beautjed with plast'ring art , Is not more ugly to the thing that helps
it , Than is my deed to my most painted word : O heavy burden ! [ Aside . Pal .
O , ' tis too true ! how smart A lash that speech doth give my conscience ! The
harlot's cheek , beautjed with plast'ring art , Is not more ugly to the thing that helps
it , Than is my deed to my most painted word : O heavy burden ! [ Aside . Pal .
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Twere good , she were spoken with ; for she may strew Dangerous conjectures in
ill - breeding minds : Let her come in . [ Exit HORATIO . To my sick soul , as sin's
true nature is , Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss : So full of artless ...
Twere good , she were spoken with ; for she may strew Dangerous conjectures in
ill - breeding minds : Let her come in . [ Exit HORATIO . To my sick soul , as sin's
true nature is , Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss : So full of artless ...
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Thou art rash as fire , to say That she was false ; 0 , she was heavenly true ! Oth .
Cassio did tup her ; ask thy husband else , O , I were damn'd beneath all depth in
hell , But that I did proceed upon just grounds To this extremity ; Thy husband ...
Thou art rash as fire , to say That she was false ; 0 , she was heavenly true ! Oth .
Cassio did tup her ; ask thy husband else , O , I were damn'd beneath all depth in
hell , But that I did proceed upon just grounds To this extremity ; Thy husband ...
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Page 54 - O! it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Page 48 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this.
Page 24 - 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...
Page 22 - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth,— wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin,— By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners; that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, Their virtues else, be they as pure as grace, As infinite as man...
Page 27 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there...
Page 48 - 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 56 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 16 - My very noble and approv'd good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true ; true, I have married her : The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Page 55 - Stain my man's cheeks ! — No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things,— What they are, yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Page 53 - 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.
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| Title | The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes, Volume 8 The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Illustrated by | Isaac Reed |
| Publisher | Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1812 |
| Original from | Princeton University |
| Digitized | 22 Feb 2008 |
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