The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: To which are Added His Miscellaneous Poems ...J. Walker, 1821 |
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... matter of more weight ; good Isis , I beseech thee ! 1 Iras . Amen . Dear goddess , hear that prayer of the people ! For , as it is a heart - breaking to see a handsome man loose - wived , so it is a deadly sor row to behold a foul ...
... matter of more weight ; good Isis , I beseech thee ! 1 Iras . Amen . Dear goddess , hear that prayer of the people ! For , as it is a heart - breaking to see a handsome man loose - wived , so it is a deadly sor row to behold a foul ...
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... matter ? Cleo . I know , by that same eye , there's some good news . What says the married woman ? -You may go z Look as if I did not send you . EIL 1 ' Would she had never given you leave 10 Act I. ANTONY AND Upon his son; who, high in ...
... matter ? Cleo . I know , by that same eye , there's some good news . What says the married woman ? -You may go z Look as if I did not send you . EIL 1 ' Would she had never given you leave 10 Act I. ANTONY AND Upon his son; who, high in ...
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... ' tis A space for further travel . Pom . I could have given less matter A better ear . - Menas , I did not think , * Declined , faded . + To . This amorous surfeiter would have don'd his helm + For 18 Act II . ANTONY AND ACT II. ...
... ' tis A space for further travel . Pom . I could have given less matter A better ear . - Menas , I did not think , * Declined , faded . + To . This amorous surfeiter would have don'd his helm + For 18 Act II . ANTONY AND ACT II. ...
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... matter that is then born in it . Lep . But small to greater matters must give way . Eno . Not if the small come first . Done on ; i . e . put on . + Quarrel . + Helmét . Lep . Your speech is passion : But , pray 1 Scene I. 10 CLEOPATRA .
... matter that is then born in it . Lep . But small to greater matters must give way . Eno . Not if the small come first . Done on ; i . e . put on . + Quarrel . + Helmét . Lep . Your speech is passion : But , pray 1 Scene I. 10 CLEOPATRA .
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... matter . Ant . ' Tis spoken well : Were we before our armies , and to fight , I should do thus . Cas . Welcome to Rome . Ant . Thank you . Cas . Sit . Ant . Sit , Sir ! Cas . Nay , Then- Ant . I learn , you take things ill , which are ...
... matter . Ant . ' Tis spoken well : Were we before our armies , and to fight , I should do thus . Cas . Welcome to Rome . Ant . Thank you . Cas . Sit . Ant . Sit , Sir ! Cas . Nay , Then- Ant . I learn , you take things ill , which are ...
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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.
203 psl. - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
260 psl. - O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will. Queen. O Hamlet, speak no more: Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul; And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct.
215 psl. - So, oft it chances in particular men, That, for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth, (wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin,) By the o'er-growth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason; Or by some habit, that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners; — that these men, — Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect...
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.
247 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.
192 psl. - Vex not his ghost: — O, let him pass ! || he hates him, That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
212 psl. - Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
555 psl. - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause.
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.