The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 2Bickers & Son, 1883 |
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... doth stretch itself as ' tis receiv'd , And is enough for both . I Lord . It is our hope , Sir , After well - enter'd soldiers , to return And find your grace in health . King . No , no , it cannot be ; and Will not confess he owes the ...
... doth stretch itself as ' tis receiv'd , And is enough for both . I Lord . It is our hope , Sir , After well - enter'd soldiers , to return And find your grace in health . King . No , no , it cannot be ; and Will not confess he owes the ...
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... Doth oft close in pollution , yet of thee I will believe , thou hast a mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character . I pr'ythee , ( and I'll pay thee bounteously , ) Conceal me what I am ; and be my aid For such disguise as ...
... Doth oft close in pollution , yet of thee I will believe , thou hast a mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character . I pr'ythee , ( and I'll pay thee bounteously , ) Conceal me what I am ; and be my aid For such disguise as ...
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... doth he not mend ? Mal . Yes , and shall do , till the pangs of death shake him : in- firmity , that decays the wise , doth ever make the better fool . Clo . God send you , Sir , a speedy infirmity , for the better increas- ing your ...
... doth he not mend ? Mal . Yes , and shall do , till the pangs of death shake him : in- firmity , that decays the wise , doth ever make the better fool . Clo . God send you , Sir , a speedy infirmity , for the better increas- ing your ...
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... doth gore : M , O , A , I , doth sway my life . " Fab . A fustian riddle ! Sir To . Excellent wench , say I. Mal . “ M , O , A , I , doth sway my life . " - Nay , but first , let me see , let me see , -let me see . Fab . What a dish of ...
... doth gore : M , O , A , I , doth sway my life . " Fab . A fustian riddle ! Sir To . Excellent wench , say I. Mal . “ M , O , A , I , doth sway my life . " - Nay , but first , let me see , let me see , -let me see . Fab . What a dish of ...
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... doth this accident and flood of fortune So far exceed all instance , all discourse , That I am ready to distrust mine eyes , And wrangle with my reason , that persuades me To any other trust but that I am mad , — Or else the lady's mad ...
... doth this accident and flood of fortune So far exceed all instance , all discourse , That I am ready to distrust mine eyes , And wrangle with my reason , that persuades me To any other trust but that I am mad , — Or else the lady's mad ...
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Page 459 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st 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 359 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds ' To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Page 129 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man's estate, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.
Page 317 - All murder'd— for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court; and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp; Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks; Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell, king!
Page 505 - Whose high upreared and abutting fronts The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder : Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance ; Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...