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Alcibiades answer Antony atheist believe blasphemy Brutus Cæsar calls Cassio character Christian Claudio Clown Coriolanus Cymbeline dead death Desdemona devil divine Duke earth eternal faith Falstaff father favour fear fool friar future ghost give Gloster gods grace Hamlet hath heaven hell Henry Henry VI holy Horatio Iago idea immortality impiety infidelity intended introduced irreligion Jesus Johnson Julius Cæsar justice king Knight language Lear lord Macbeth material Measure for Measure mercy mind Molière moral mouth murder nature oath opinion Othello passages Pericles philosophy piety pious play poet Posthumus pray prayer priest prince profane Puritans racter reason religion religious remarks revenge reverential Richard Richard III ridicule satire says scene scepticism Scripture seems sentiments Shak Shakspere Shakspere's sleep soul speaks speech spere spirit supposed tells thee things thou art thought Timon tion Titus Titus Andronicus truth villain virtue whilst words
258 psl. - And, father cardinal, I have heard you say, That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For, since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born.
460 psl. - That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome ; He bears too great a mind : but this same day Must end that work the ides of March begun, And whether we shall meet again, I know not. Therefore, our everlasting farewell take : For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius. If we do meet again, why, we shall smile ; If not, why then, this parting was well made.
434 psl. - 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.
170 psl. - To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till he find it stopping a bunghole?
419 psl. - Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind ; says suum, mun ha no nonny. Dolphin my boy, my boy ; sessa ! let him trot by. [Storm still. LEAK. Why, thou wert better in thy grave than to answer with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies. Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume.
472 psl. - No more, but e'en a woman ; and commanded By such poor passion as the maid that milks, And does the meanest chares.* It were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods ; To tell them, that this world did equal theirs, Till they had stolen our jewel.
250 psl. - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd ; The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds, And weak beginnings, lie in treasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time ; And, by the necessary form of this, King Richard might create a perfect guess.
186 psl. - Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed king: The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputy elected by the Lord.
360 psl. - But man, proud man ! Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high Heaven As make the angels weep ; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.