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Alfred Antonio apartment appearance arms attempt attendants began betwixt blood brother castle chamber closed continued Count danger domestic door dress enemies entered escape Excellency exclaimed eyes faith fate father fear follow friar friends Galeazzo give glancing Gonzaga hand Hawkwood head hear heard highness horse hour immediately Italy John lady leave left the room length letter light live look lord Manfredi manner master means Milan minutes monk nephew never night observed Oliver once orders palace party passed present prince prisoner reached remained replied rest returned rising seat secretary seemed seen short side silence speak spoke stepped stood surprise tell thou thought to-night tone town true turned uncle usurper Visconti voice walls wife wine wish young youth
53 psl. - Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
120 psl. - Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other.
93 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.
146 psl. - Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die: I think, there be six Richmonds in the field ; Five have I slain to-day, instead of him: A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse ! [Exeunt.
1 psl. - That never set a squadron in the field, Nor the division of a battle knows More than a spinster...
170 psl. - WILLIAM ASHTON, although a man of sense, legal information, and great practical knowledge of the world, had yet some points of character which corresponded better with the timidity of his disposition and the...
247 psl. - For you have but mistook me all this while. I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friendssubjected thus, How can you say to me, I am a king?
16 psl. - With old odd ends stolen forth of Holy Writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.