The Plays of William Shakspeare, Volume 8F. C. and J. Rivington, 1823 - Theater |
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... noble duke my Not in this land shall he remain uncaught ; And found - Despatch.- master , My worthy arch2 and patron , comes to - night : By his authority I will proclaim it , That he , which finds him , shall deserve our thanks ...
... noble duke my Not in this land shall he remain uncaught ; And found - Despatch.- master , My worthy arch2 and patron , comes to - night : By his authority I will proclaim it , That he , which finds him , shall deserve our thanks ...
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... noble friend ? since I came hither , ( Which I can call but now , ) I have heard strange news . Reg . If it be true , all vengeance comes too short , Which can pursue the offender . How dost , my lord ? Glo . O , madam , my old heart is ...
... noble friend ? since I came hither , ( Which I can call but now , ) I have heard strange news . Reg . If it be true , all vengeance comes too short , Which can pursue the offender . How dost , my lord ? Glo . O , madam , my old heart is ...
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... noble Gloster , of some poize , 3 Wherein we must have use of your advice : - Our father he hath writ , so hath our sister , Of differences , which I best thought it fit To answer from our home ; the several messengers From hence attend ...
... noble Gloster , of some poize , 3 Wherein we must have use of your advice : - Our father he hath writ , so hath our sister , Of differences , which I best thought it fit To answer from our home ; the several messengers From hence attend ...
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... noble master ! Mak'st thou this shame thy pastime ? Kent . No , my lord . Fool . Ha , ha ; look ! he wears cruel3 garters ! Horses are tied by the heads ; dogs , and bears , by the neck ; monkeys by the loins , and men by the legs when ...
... noble master ! Mak'st thou this shame thy pastime ? Kent . No , my lord . Fool . Ha , ha ; look ! he wears cruel3 garters ! Horses are tied by the heads ; dogs , and bears , by the neck ; monkeys by the loins , and men by the legs when ...
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... noble anger ! O , let not women's weapons , water - drops , Stain my man's cheeks ! -No , you unnatural hagy , 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 ...
... noble anger ! O , let not women's weapons , water - drops , Stain my man's cheeks ! -No , you unnatural hagy , 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 ...
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Page 341 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Page 187 - 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 230 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Page 19 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to...
Page 273 - 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 281 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Page 406 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse, steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands : But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed, Oth.
Page 8 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say, They love you, all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord, whose hand must take my plight, shall carry Half my love with him, half my care, and duty: Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Page 279 - 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.
Page 151 - Tis but thy name that is my enemy ; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague ? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name ! What's in a name ! that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet ; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself.