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... with unstuff ' d brain Doth couch his limbs , there golden sleep doth reign :
Therefore thy earliness doth me assure , Thou art uprous ' d by some distemp '
rature ; Or if not so , then here I hit it rightOur Romeo hath not been in bed to -
night .
... with unstuff ' d brain Doth couch his limbs , there golden sleep doth reign :
Therefore thy earliness doth me assure , Thou art uprous ' d by some distemp '
rature ; Or if not so , then here I hit it rightOur Romeo hath not been in bed to -
night .
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Doth she not think me an old murderer , Now I have stain ' d the childhood of our
joy With blood remov ' d but little from her own ? Where is she ? and how doth
she ? and what says My conceald lady to our cancelld love ? Nurse . O , she says
...
Doth she not think me an old murderer , Now I have stain ' d the childhood of our
joy With blood remov ' d but little from her own ? Where is she ? and how doth
she ? and what says My conceald lady to our cancelld love ? Nurse . O , she says
...
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La . Cap . Here comes your father ; tell him so yourself , And see how he will take
it at your hands . Enter CAPULET and Nurse . Cap . When the sun sets , the air
doth drizzle dew 16 , But for the sunset of my brother ' s son , It rains downright .
La . Cap . Here comes your father ; tell him so yourself , And see how he will take
it at your hands . Enter CAPULET and Nurse . Cap . When the sun sets , the air
doth drizzle dew 16 , But for the sunset of my brother ' s son , It rains downright .
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What to ourselves in passion we propose , The passion ending , doth the
purpose lose . The violence of either grief or joy Their own enactures 28 with
themselves destroy ; Where joy most revels , grief doth most lament ; Grief joys ,
joy grieves ...
What to ourselves in passion we propose , The passion ending , doth the
purpose lose . The violence of either grief or joy Their own enactures 28 with
themselves destroy ; Where joy most revels , grief doth most lament ; Grief joys ,
joy grieves ...
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Ros . Take you me for a sponge , my lord ? Ham . Ay , sir ; that soaks up the king '
s countenance , his rewards , his authorities ? . But such officers do the king best
service in the end : He keeps them , like an ape doth nuts 3 , in the corner ...
Ros . Take you me for a sponge , my lord ? Ham . Ay , sir ; that soaks up the king '
s countenance , his rewards , his authorities ? . But such officers do the king best
service in the end : He keeps them , like an ape doth nuts 3 , in the corner ...
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247 ÆäÀÌÁö - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
50 ÆäÀÌÁö - And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
378 ÆäÀÌÁö - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse: Which I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate.
264 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
340 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
174 ÆäÀÌÁö - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on ; and yet, within a month — Let me not think on't. — Frailty, thy name is woman ! A little month!
286 ÆäÀÌÁö - Not where he eats, but where he is eaten. A certain convocation of [politic] worms* are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.
341 ÆäÀÌÁö - I've done you wrong ; But pardon 't, as you are a gentleman. This presence knows, And you must needs have heard, how I am punish'd With sore distraction. What I have done, That might your nature, honour, and exception, Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness. Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes ? Never Hamlet : If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away, And when he's not himself does wrong Laertes, Then Hamlet does it not ; Hamlet denies it. Who does it then ? His madness. If't be so, Hamlet is of the faction...
32 ÆäÀÌÁö - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid. Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut , Made by the joiner squirrel , or old grub , Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
247 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure.