The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: To which are Added His Miscellaneous Poems ...J. Walker, 1821 |
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... that so fairly shews , Dream of impediment ! -Let me have thy hand : Further this act of grace ; and , from this hour , • Dispositions . + Firm . The heart of brothers govern in our loves , And Scene I. 23 CLEOPATRA .
... that so fairly shews , Dream of impediment ! -Let me have thy hand : Further this act of grace ; and , from this hour , • Dispositions . + Firm . The heart of brothers govern in our loves , And Scene I. 23 CLEOPATRA .
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... grace Shall fall you for refusing him at sea , Being prepared for land . Ant . By sea , by sea . Eno . Most worthy Sir , you therein throw away The absolute soldiership you have by land ; Distract your army , which doth most consist Of ...
... grace Shall fall you for refusing him at sea , Being prepared for land . Ant . By sea , by sea . Eno . Most worthy Sir , you therein throw away The absolute soldiership you have by land ; Distract your army , which doth most consist Of ...
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... grace . Cas . For Antony , I have no ears to his request . The queen Of audience , nor desire , shall fail ; so she From Egypt drive her all - disgraced friend , Or take his life there : this if she perform , She will not sue unheard ...
... grace . Cas . For Antony , I have no ears to his request . The queen Of audience , nor desire , shall fail ; so she From Egypt drive her all - disgraced friend , Or take his life there : this if she perform , She will not sue unheard ...
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... grace to lay My duty on your hand . Cleo . Your Cæsar's father Oft , when he hath mused of taking kingdoms in § , Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place , As it rain'd kisses . Re - enter ANTONY and ENOBARBUS . Ant . Favours , by Jove ...
... grace to lay My duty on your hand . Cleo . Your Cæsar's father Oft , when he hath mused of taking kingdoms in § , Bestow'd his lips on that unworthy place , As it rain'd kisses . Re - enter ANTONY and ENOBARBUS . Ant . Favours , by Jove ...
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... Grace grow where those drops fall ! My hearty friends , You take me in too dolorous a sense : I spake to you for your comfort : did desire you To burn this night with torches : know , my hearts , I hope well of to - morrow ; and will ...
... Grace grow where those drops fall ! My hearty friends , You take me in too dolorous a sense : I spake to you for your comfort : did desire you To burn this night with torches : know , my hearts , I hope well of to - morrow ; and will ...
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Alcib Alcibiades Antony Apem Apemantus Brabantio Cæsar Cassio Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cloten Cordelia Cymbeline Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona do't dost thou doth duke Emil ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fellow Flav fool fortune friends Gent give Gloster gods grace GUIDERIUS Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Iach Iago Imogen is't Julius Cæsar Kent king knave lady Laer Laertes Lear look lord madam Mark Antony matter Mess Michael Cassio mistress ne'er never night noble on't Othello Pisanio poison'd Polonius Pompey poor Posthumus pr'ythee pray Queen Roderigo SCENE Serv servant shew soldier soul speak sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon to-night villain What's
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142 psl. - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely : touch me with noble anger ! And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
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219 psl. - Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And. thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven.
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192 psl. - And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life: Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? O, thou wilt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never! — Pray you, undo this button: Thank you, sir.