A New Variorum Edition of Shakespeare: Much adoe about nothing (2nd ed.)

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Lippincott, 1908
 

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297 ÆäÀÌÁö - For mine own good, All causes shall give way : I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er : Strange things I have in head, that will to hand ; Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
329 ÆäÀÌÁö - Merciful heaven ! What, man ? ne'er pull your hat upon your brows ; Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.
192 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hath seal'd thee for herself: for thou hast been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing...
388 ÆäÀÌÁö - Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
141 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis strange ! And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths ; Win us with honest trifles, to betray us In deepest consequence.
580 ÆäÀÌÁö - I shall despair. — There is no creature loves me ; And, if I die, no soul will pity me : — Nay, wherefore should they ? since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself.
53 ÆäÀÌÁö - But if the Lord make a new thing, and the earth open her mouth, and swallow them up, with all that appertain unto them, and they go down quick into the pit ; then ye shall understand that these men have provoked the Lord.
388 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
561 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.
570 ÆäÀÌÁö - A thing devised by the enemy. Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge : Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls : Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Devised at first to keep the strong in awe : Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.

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