The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Volume 11 |
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Lavinia , though you Icft me like a churl , I found a friend ; and , sure as death , I swore , I would not part a batchelor from the priesto Come , if the Emperor's court can fcalt two brides , You are my guest , Lavinia , and your ...
Lavinia , though you Icft me like a churl , I found a friend ; and , sure as death , I swore , I would not part a batchelor from the priesto Come , if the Emperor's court can fcalt two brides , You are my guest , Lavinia , and your ...
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I tell you , Lords , you do but plot your deaths By this device . Ghi . Aaron , a thousand deaths would I propose , To atchieve her whom I do love . Air . To atchieve her how ? Dem . Why makelt thou it so strange ?
I tell you , Lords , you do but plot your deaths By this device . Ghi . Aaron , a thousand deaths would I propose , To atchieve her whom I do love . Air . To atchieve her how ? Dem . Why makelt thou it so strange ?
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... death in my hand ; Blood and revenge are hammering in my head . Hark , Tamora , ( the Emprefs of my soul , Which never hopes more heaven than rests in thee ) This is the day of doom for Baffianus ; His Philomel must lose her tongue ...
... death in my hand ; Blood and revenge are hammering in my head . Hark , Tamora , ( the Emprefs of my soul , Which never hopes more heaven than rests in thee ) This is the day of doom for Baffianus ; His Philomel must lose her tongue ...
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No sooner had they told this hellish tale , But straight they told me , they would bind me here , Unto the body of a difinal yew ; And leave me to this miserable death : And then they called me foul adultress , Lascivious Goth , and all ...
No sooner had they told this hellish tale , But straight they told me , they would bind me here , Unto the body of a difinal yew ; And leave me to this miserable death : And then they called me foul adultress , Lascivious Goth , and all ...
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Tis prefent death I beg ; and one thing more , That womanhood denies my tongue to tell : O , keep me from their worse than killing luit , And tumble me into fome loathfome pit , Where never man's eye may behold my body : Do this ...
Tis prefent death I beg ; and one thing more , That womanhood denies my tongue to tell : O , keep me from their worse than killing luit , And tumble me into fome loathfome pit , Where never man's eye may behold my body : Do this ...
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Page 306 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Page 254 - But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea! shaking of earth! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
Page 213 - Dost thou come here to whine ? To outface me with leaping in her grave ? Be buried quick with her, and so will I : And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us, till our ground, Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart ! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou.
Page 306 - Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Page 254 - And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol, In noble eminence enthron'd and spher'd Amidst the other; whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad: But, when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents?