The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: To which are Added His Miscellaneous Poems ...J. Walker, 1821 |
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... Speak to me home , mince not the general tongue ; Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome : Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase ; and taunt my faults * Seized . With such full licence , as both truth and malice Scene II . CLEOPATRA . Enter ...
... Speak to me home , mince not the general tongue ; Name Cleopatra as she's call'd in Rome : Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase ; and taunt my faults * Seized . With such full licence , as both truth and malice Scene II . CLEOPATRA . Enter ...
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... speak to us ; but the letters too , Of many our contriving friends in Rome Petition us at home : Sextus Pompeius ! Hath given the dare to C©¡sar , and commands The empire of the sea : our slippery people ( Whose love is never link'd to ...
... speak to us ; but the letters too , Of many our contriving friends in Rome Petition us at home : Sextus Pompeius ! Hath given the dare to C©¡sar , and commands The empire of the sea : our slippery people ( Whose love is never link'd to ...
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... speak ; The honour's sacred which he talks on now , Supposing that I lack'd it : but on , C©¡sar ; The article of my ... speak no more . Eno . That truth should be silent , I had almost forgot . Ant . You wrong this presence , therefore ...
... speak ; The honour's sacred which he talks on now , Supposing that I lack'd it : but on , C©¡sar ; The article of my ... speak no more . Eno . That truth should be silent , I had almost forgot . Ant . You wrong this presence , therefore ...
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... Speak , Agrippa . Agr . Thou hast a sister by the mother's side , Admired Octavia : great Mark Antony Is now a widower . Cas . Say not so , Agrippa ; If Cleopatra heard you , your reproof Were well deserved of rashness . Ant . I am not ...
... Speak , Agrippa . Agr . Thou hast a sister by the mother's side , Admired Octavia : great Mark Antony Is now a widower . Cas . Say not so , Agrippa ; If Cleopatra heard you , your reproof Were well deserved of rashness . Ant . I am not ...
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... speak , Being barber'd ten times o'er , goes to the feast ' ; And , for his ordinary , pays his heart , For what his eyes eat only : Suits with her merits . + Added to the warmth they were intended to diminish . VOL . V. E Readily ...
... speak , Being barber'd ten times o'er , goes to the feast ' ; And , for his ordinary , pays his heart , For what his eyes eat only : Suits with her merits . + Added to the warmth they were intended to diminish . VOL . V. E Readily ...
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142 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.