The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: With Glossarial Notes, a Sketch of His Life, and an Estimate of His WritingsMoon, Boys & Graves, printsellers, 1832 - 908 էջ |
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... blood of ordinary men ; And turn pre - ordinance , and first decree , Into the law of children . Be not fond To think that Cesar bears such rebel blood , That will be thaw'd from the true quality With that which melteth fools ; I mean ...
... blood of ordinary men ; And turn pre - ordinance , and first decree , Into the law of children . Be not fond To think that Cesar bears such rebel blood , That will be thaw'd from the true quality With that which melteth fools ; I mean ...
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... blood , who else is rank : If I myself , there is no hour so fit As Cesar's death hour ; nor no instrument Of half that worth , as those your swords , made rich With the most noble blood of all this world . I do beseech ye , if you bear ...
... blood , who else is rank : If I myself , there is no hour so fit As Cesar's death hour ; nor no instrument Of half that worth , as those your swords , made rich With the most noble blood of all this world . I do beseech ye , if you bear ...
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... blood , Yea , beg a hair of him for memory , And , dying , mention it within their wills , Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue . 4 Cit . We'll hear the will : Read it , Mark An- tony . Cit . The will the will ! we will hear ...
... blood , Yea , beg a hair of him for memory , And , dying , mention it within their wills , Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue . 4 Cit . We'll hear the will : Read it , Mark An- tony . Cit . The will the will ! we will hear ...
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... Blood and revenge are hainmnering in my head . Hark , Tamora -- the empress of my soul , Which never hopes more heaven than rests in thee , - This is the day of doom for Bassianus : His Philomeli must loose her tongue to - day : Thy ...
... Blood and revenge are hainmnering in my head . Hark , Tamora -- the empress of my soul , Which never hopes more heaven than rests in thee , - This is the day of doom for Bassianus : His Philomeli must loose her tongue to - day : Thy ...
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... blood , As fresh as morning's dew distill'd on flowers ? A very fatal place it seems to me : - Speak , brother , hast thou hurt thee with the fall ? Mart . O brother , with the dismallest object That ever eye , with sight , made heart ...
... blood , As fresh as morning's dew distill'd on flowers ? A very fatal place it seems to me : - Speak , brother , hast thou hurt thee with the fall ? Mart . O brother , with the dismallest object That ever eye , with sight , made heart ...
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Էջ 210 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse. Which I observing, Took once a pliant hour ; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels...
Էջ 325 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Էջ 242 - 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...
Էջ 186 - 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.
Էջ 44 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts; I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit...
Էջ 211 - tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners : so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce ; set hyssop, and weed up thyme ; supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many ; either to have it steril with idleness, or manured with industry, — why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
Էջ 60 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Էջ 200 - 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.
Էջ 355 - Have you the heart ? When your head did but ake, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had, a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again : And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you?
Էջ 240 - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice : Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts, and wakes ; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.