The Works of William Shakspeare, Volume 2C.S. Francis, 1852 |
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... honour . So like a courtier , contempt nor bitterness Were in his pride or sharpness ; if they were , His equal had awaked them ; and his honour , Clock to itself , knew the true minute when Exception bid him speak , and , at this time ...
... honour . So like a courtier , contempt nor bitterness Were in his pride or sharpness ; if they were , His equal had awaked them ; and his honour , Clock to itself , knew the true minute when Exception bid him speak , and , at this time ...
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... honour'd name ; No note upon my parents , his all noble : My master , my dear lord he is ; and I His servant live , and will his vassel die : He must not be my brother . Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ...
... honour'd name ; No note upon my parents , his all noble : My master , my dear lord he is ; and I His servant live , and will his vassel die : He must not be my brother . Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ...
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... honour cites * a virtuous youth , Did ever , in so true a flame of liking , Wish chastely , and love dearly , that your Dian Was both herself and love ; † O then , give pity To her , whose state is such , that cannot choose But lend and ...
... honour cites * a virtuous youth , Did ever , in so true a flame of liking , Wish chastely , and love dearly , that your Dian Was both herself and love ; † O then , give pity To her , whose state is such , that cannot choose But lend and ...
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... honour , but to wed it ; when The bravest questant * shrinks , find what you seek , That fame may cry you loud : I say , farewell . 2 Lord . Health , at your bidding , serve your majesty ! King . Those girls of Italy , take heed of them ...
... honour , but to wed it ; when The bravest questant * shrinks , find what you seek , That fame may cry you loud : I say , farewell . 2 Lord . Health , at your bidding , serve your majesty ! King . Those girls of Italy , take heed of them ...
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William Shakespeare. Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry , Till honour be bought up , and no sword worn , But one to dance with ! * By heaven , I'll steal away . 1 Lord . There's honour in the theft . Par . Commit it , count . 2 Lord ...
William Shakespeare. Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry , Till honour be bought up , and no sword worn , But one to dance with ! * By heaven , I'll steal away . 1 Lord . There's honour in the theft . Par . Commit it , count . 2 Lord ...
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Page 387 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which, with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Page 240 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon,* gouts of blood, Which was not so before. — There's no such thing ; It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes. — Now o'er the one...
Page 242 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.
Page 159 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips and The...
Page 237 - To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek...