The Works of William Shakespeare, 5 tomasE. Moxon, 1857 |
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... hast thou in store , That thou wilt never render to me more ! Luc . Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths , That we may hew his limbs , and on a pile Ad manes fratrum sacrifice his flesh , Before this earthy prison of their bones ...
... hast thou in store , That thou wilt never render to me more ! Luc . Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths , That we may hew his limbs , and on a pile Ad manes fratrum sacrifice his flesh , Before this earthy prison of their bones ...
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... hast thus lovingly reserv'd The cordial of mine age to glad my heart ! - Lavinia , live ; outlive thy father's days ... thou hast ever been , Send thee by me , their tribune and their trust , This palliament of white and spotless hue ...
... hast thus lovingly reserv'd The cordial of mine age to glad my heart ! - Lavinia , live ; outlive thy father's days ... thou hast ever been , Send thee by me , their tribune and their trust , This palliament of white and spotless hue ...
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... thou wont to walk alone , Dishonour'd thus , and challengèd of wrongs ? Re - enter MARCUS , LUCIUS , QUINTUS , and MARTIUS . Marc . O Titus , see , O , see what thou hast done ! In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son . Tit . No , foolish ...
... thou wont to walk alone , Dishonour'd thus , and challengèd of wrongs ? Re - enter MARCUS , LUCIUS , QUINTUS , and MARTIUS . Marc . O Titus , see , O , see what thou hast done ! In a bad quarrel slain a virtuous son . Tit . No , foolish ...
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... thy sake and thy brother's here , And at my lovely Tamora's entreats , I do remit these young men's heinous faults ... thou in triumph long Hast prisoner held , fetter'd in amorous chains , And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes ...
... thy sake and thy brother's here , And at my lovely Tamora's entreats , I do remit these young men's heinous faults ... thou in triumph long Hast prisoner held , fetter'd in amorous chains , And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes ...
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... hast not thou full often struck a doe , And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose ? Aar . Why , then , it seems , some certain snatch or so Would serve your turns . Chi . Ay , so the turn were serv'd . Would you had hit it too ! Dem ...
... hast not thou full often struck a doe , And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose ? Aar . Why , then , it seems , some certain snatch or so Would serve your turns . Chi . Ay , so the turn were serv'd . Would you had hit it too ! Dem ...
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489 psl. - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine...
545 psl. - Now, whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on the event, — A thought, which, quarter'd, hath, but one part wisdom, And, ever, three parts coward, — I do not know Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do; Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means, To do't.
347 psl. - I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me ; — For I can raise no money by vile means : By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection ; — I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me : was that done like Cassius ? Should I have answer...
336 psl. - Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill : Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.
319 psl. - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
516 psl. - That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?
535 psl. - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination and a form indeed, 60 Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man: This was your husband.
334 psl. - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all freemen?
294 psl. - You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The livelong day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome: And when you saw his chariot but appear, Have you not made an universal shout, That Tiber trembled underneath her banks, To hear the replication...
299 psl. - But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that 'Caesar'? Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.