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You shall outlive the lady whom you serve . Char . O excellent ! I love long life better than figs . Sooth . You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune Than that which is to approach . Char . Then , belike , my children shall have ...
You shall outlive the lady whom you serve . Char . O excellent ! I love long life better than figs . Sooth . You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune Than that which is to approach . Char . Then , belike , my children shall have ...
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Cæsar , I bring thee word , Menecrates and Menas , famous pirates , Make the sea serve them ; which they ear and wound With keels of every kind . Many hot inroads They make in Italy ; the borders maritime Lack blood to think on't ...
Cæsar , I bring thee word , Menecrates and Menas , famous pirates , Make the sea serve them ; which they ear and wound With keels of every kind . Many hot inroads They make in Italy ; the borders maritime Lack blood to think on't ...
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Every time Serves for the matter that is then born in it . Lep . But small to greater matters must give way . Eno . Not if the small come first . Lep . Your speech is passion ; But , pray you , stir no embers up .
Every time Serves for the matter that is then born in it . Lep . But small to greater matters must give way . Eno . Not if the small come first . Lep . Your speech is passion ; But , pray you , stir no embers up .
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Thou hast served me with much faith . What's else to say ? Be jolly , lords . Ånt . These quicksands , Lepidus , Keep off them , for you sink Men . Wilt thou be lord of all the world ? Рот . . What say'st thou ? Men .
Thou hast served me with much faith . What's else to say ? Be jolly , lords . Ånt . These quicksands , Lepidus , Keep off them , for you sink Men . Wilt thou be lord of all the world ? Рот . . What say'st thou ? Men .
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For learn this , Silius ; Better to leave undone , than by our deed Acquire too high a fame , when him we serve's away . Cæsar , and Antony , have ever won More in their officer , than person .
For learn this , Silius ; Better to leave undone , than by our deed Acquire too high a fame , when him we serve's away . Cæsar , and Antony , have ever won More in their officer , than person .
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Page 522 - 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. 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, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for...
Page 511 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises ; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Page 561 - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how 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 chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her,...
Page 496 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, 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 porpentine : But this eternal blazon ' must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Page 420 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she : Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it; cast it off...
Page 520 - For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause : there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under...
Page 545 - Excitements of my reason, and my blood, And let all sleep ? while, to my shame, I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy, and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds ; fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough, and continent, To hide the slain?— O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth ! [Exit.
Page 398 - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Page 587 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round...
Page 660 - I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme...
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| Title | The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected; Together with a Copious Glossary ... Volume 4 of The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected; Together with a Copious Glossary, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | Hogan & Thompson, 1851 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 5 Feb 2008 |
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