Characters of Shakespeare's PlaysWells and Lilly, 1818 - 352 pages |
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... sleep in spite of thunder ; " and cheers his wife on the doubtful intelligence of Banquo's taking off , with the encouragement— “ Then be thon jocund : ere the bat has flown his cloistered flight ; ere to black Hecate's summons the ...
... sleep in spite of thunder ; " and cheers his wife on the doubtful intelligence of Banquo's taking off , with the encouragement— “ Then be thon jocund : ere the bat has flown his cloistered flight ; ere to black Hecate's summons the ...
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... sleeps well . " -- It is true , he becomes more callous as he plunges deeper in guilt , " direness is thus rendered familiar to his slaughterous thoughts , " and he in the end anticipates his wife in the boldness and bloodiness of his ...
... sleeps well . " -- It is true , he becomes more callous as he plunges deeper in guilt , " direness is thus rendered familiar to his slaughterous thoughts , " and he in the end anticipates his wife in the boldness and bloodiness of his ...
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... sleep ; nor does he live like Macbeth in a waking dream . Macbeth has considerable energy and man- liness of character ; but then he is " subject to all the skyey influences . " He is sure of nothing but the present moment . Richard ...
... sleep ; nor does he live like Macbeth in a waking dream . Macbeth has considerable energy and man- liness of character ; but then he is " subject to all the skyey influences . " He is sure of nothing but the present moment . Richard ...
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... sleep a nights : Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look , He thinks too much ; such men are dangerous . Antony . Fear him not , Cæsar , he's not dangerous : He is a noble Roman , and well given . Cæsar . Would he were fatter ; but I ...
... sleep a nights : Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look , He thinks too much ; such men are dangerous . Antony . Fear him not , Cæsar , he's not dangerous : He is a noble Roman , and well given . Cæsar . Would he were fatter ; but I ...
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... : Enjoy the honey - heavy dew of slumber . Thou hast no figures nor do fantasies , Which busy care draws in the brains of men . Therefore thou sleep'st so sound . " OTHELLO . Ir has been said that tragedy purifies the JULIUS CÆSAR . 59.
... : Enjoy the honey - heavy dew of slumber . Thou hast no figures nor do fantasies , Which busy care draws in the brains of men . Therefore thou sleep'st so sound . " OTHELLO . Ir has been said that tragedy purifies the JULIUS CÆSAR . 59.
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Page 177 - This royal throne of kings, this scept'red isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea...
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Page 52 - That Tiber trembled underneath her banks To hear the replication of your sounds Made in her concave shores ? And do you now put on your best attire, And do you now cull out a holiday, And do you now strew flowers in his way That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Begone ! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
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Page 254 - Let me play the fool : With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come, And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
Page 295 - Thou art by no means valiant; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm : Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more, Thou art not thyself...
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Page 169 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses,- and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
Page 170 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
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