The Plays of William Shakspeare, 8 tomasF. C. and J. Rivington, 1823 |
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... things be cut shorter . [ Exeunt . АСТ II . SCENE I - A court within the castle of the Earl of Gloster . Enter Edmund and Curan , meeting . Edm . Save thee , Curan . Cur . And you , sir . I have been with your fa- ther ; and given him ...
... things be cut shorter . [ Exeunt . АСТ II . SCENE I - A court within the castle of the Earl of Gloster . Enter Edmund and Curan , meeting . Edm . Save thee , Curan . Cur . And you , sir . I have been with your fa- ther ; and given him ...
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... thing , of a queazy ! question , Which I must act : -Briefness , and fortune , work ! -- Brother , a word ; descend : -Brother , I say ; Enter Edgar . My father watches : -O sir , fly this place ; Intelligence is given where you are hid ...
... thing , of a queazy ! question , Which I must act : -Briefness , and fortune , work ! -- Brother , a word ; descend : -Brother , I say ; Enter Edgar . My father watches : -O sir , fly this place ; Intelligence is given where you are hid ...
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... thing superfluous : Allow not nature more than nature needs , Man's life is cheap as beast's : thou art a lady ; If ... things , - What they are , yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth . You think , I'll weep ; No ...
... thing superfluous : Allow not nature more than nature needs , Man's life is cheap as beast's : thou art a lady ; If ... things , - What they are , yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth . You think , I'll weep ; No ...
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... things might change , or cease : tears his white hair ; Which the impetuous blasts , with eyeless rage , Catch in their ... thing to you . There is division , Although as yet the face of it be cover'd With mutual cunning , ' twixt Albany ...
... things might change , or cease : tears his white hair ; Which the impetuous blasts , with eyeless rage , Catch in their ... thing to you . There is division , Although as yet the face of it be cover'd With mutual cunning , ' twixt Albany ...
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... things that love night , Love not such nights as these ; the wrathful skies Gallow the very wanderers of the dark , And make them keep their caves : Since I was man , Such sheets of fire , such bursts of horrid thunder , Such groans of ...
... things that love night , Love not such nights as these ; the wrathful skies Gallow the very wanderers of the dark , And make them keep their caves : Since I was man , Such sheets of fire , such bursts of horrid thunder , Such groans of ...
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Alack art thou Benvolio better blood Brabantio Capulet Cassio Cordelia Corn Cyprus daugh daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth Duke Edmund Emil Emilia Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear Fool Fortinbras foul Gent gentleman give Gloster Goneril grief Guil Hamlet hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't Juliet Kent king knave lady Laer Laertes lago Lear look lord madam Mantua marry matter Mercutio Michael Cassio Moor murder never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello poison'd Polonius poor Pr'ythee pray Queen Regan Roderigo Romeo SCENE soul speak Stew sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou dost thou hast to-night Tybalt villain What's wife wilt
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341 psl. - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
187 psl. - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
230 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 dares 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.
19 psl. - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to...
273 psl. - I have heard, That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul, that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions ; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
281 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.
406 psl. - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse, steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands : But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed, Oth.
8 psl. - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say, They love you, all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord, whose hand must take my plight, shall carry Half my love with him, half my care, and duty: Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
279 psl. - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness.
151 psl. - Tis but thy name that is my enemy ; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague ? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name ! What's in a name ! that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet ; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself.