The Shakespeare Phrase BookLittle, Brown,, 1881 - 1034 psl. |
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... fool that uses it Farewell the plumed troop , and the big wars , That make ambition virtue Ambition , The soldier's virtue , rather makes choice of loss I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow ...
... fool that uses it Farewell the plumed troop , and the big wars , That make ambition virtue Ambition , The soldier's virtue , rather makes choice of loss I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow ...
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... fool ii . 7 . ANATOMY . A mere anatomy , a mountebank , A threadbare juggler - Com . of Errors , v . 1 . King John , iii . 4 . Romeo and Juliet , iii . 3 . And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice ...
... fool ii . 7 . ANATOMY . A mere anatomy , a mountebank , A threadbare juggler - Com . of Errors , v . 1 . King John , iii . 4 . Romeo and Juliet , iii . 3 . And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice ...
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... fool , Frighted , and angered worse . ANGLER.Nero is an angler in the lake of darkness ANGLING . I am angling now , Though you perceive me not how I give line . Cymbeline , ii . 3 . King Lear , iii . 6 . Winter's Tale , i . 2 . The ...
... fool , Frighted , and angered worse . ANGLER.Nero is an angler in the lake of darkness ANGLING . I am angling now , Though you perceive me not how I give line . Cymbeline , ii . 3 . King Lear , iii . 6 . Winter's Tale , i . 2 . The ...
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... fool , ho ? I think the world ' s asleep . ASPECT . Know my aspect , And fashion your demeanour to my looks Of such vinegar aspect That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile I tell thee , lady , this aspect of mine Hath feared ...
... fool , ho ? I think the world ' s asleep . ASPECT . Know my aspect , And fashion your demeanour to my looks Of such vinegar aspect That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile I tell thee , lady , this aspect of mine Hath feared ...
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... fool to sorrow , Angering itself and others Heaven me such uses send , Not to pick bad from bad , but by bad mend ! Is a thing Too bad for bad report So slippery that The fear's as bad as falling Was nothing but mutation , ay , and that ...
... fool to sorrow , Angering itself and others Heaven me such uses send , Not to pick bad from bad , but by bad mend ! Is a thing Too bad for bad report So slippery that The fear's as bad as falling Was nothing but mutation , ay , and that ...
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All's bear beauty better blood breath Cleo cold comes Coriolanus Cress Cymbeline death deeds devil doth Dream earth Errors eyes face fair fall fault fear fellow fire fool fortune friends give grace grief grow Hamlet hand hast hath head hear heart heaven Henry IV Henry VI Henry VIII hold honour hope hour Julius Cæsar keep kind King John King Lear leave light live look Lost Love's Love's L Macbeth man's means Meas Merry Wives mind nature never Night Othello poor Richard Richard II Romeo and Juliet Shrew sleep soul speak spirit stand sweet tell Tempest thee thing thou thou art thought Timon of Athens tongue Troi true turn Twelfth Night Venice Verona Winter's Tale
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83 psl. - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment ! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason. Bear with me, My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.
157 psl. - And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake; She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them.
344 psl. - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
474 psl. - Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal ; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear. The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
475 psl. - 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.
330 psl. - I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er. Strange things I have in head that will to hand, Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
371 psl. - Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o
296 psl. - And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
304 psl. - Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt.
12 psl. - I have taken note of it; the age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe. — How long hast thou been a grave-maker? FIRST CLO. Of all the days i' the year, I came to't that day that our last King Hamlet o'ercame Fortinbras.