THE DRAMATIC WORKS AND POEMS OF WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE, WITH NOTES, ORIGINAL AND SELECTED, AND INTRODUCTORY REMARKS TO EACH PLAY |
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34 ÆäÀÌÁö
And spirits walk , and ghosts break up their graves , ¡° his hands . ] he did speak
them to me in the garret That iime best fits the work we have in hand . • one night ,
as we were scouring my lord of York ' s Madam , sit you , and fear not ; whom we
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And spirits walk , and ghosts break up their graves , ¡° his hands . ] he did speak
them to me in the garret That iime best fits the work we have in hand . • one night ,
as we were scouring my lord of York ' s Madam , sit you , and fear not ; whom we
...
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Then , noble York , taķe thou this task in hand . • Who being accus ' d a crafty ...
Great lords , from Ireland am I come ' I take it kindly : yet , be well assur ' d amain ,
" You put sharp weapons in a madman ' s hands . " To signify — that rebels there
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Then , noble York , taķe thou this task in hand . • Who being accus ' d a crafty ...
Great lords , from Ireland am I come ' I take it kindly : yet , be well assur ' d amain ,
" You put sharp weapons in a madman ' s hands . " To signify — that rebels there
...
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My thoughts , that labour to persuade my soul , * Yet ¨¡olus would not be a
murderer , * Some violent hands were laid on ... And would not dash me with their
ragged sides ; * in * And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeliny • * Because thy
flinty ...
My thoughts , that labour to persuade my soul , * Yet ¨¡olus would not be a
murderer , * Some violent hands were laid on ... And would not dash me with their
ragged sides ; * in * And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeliny • * Because thy
flinty ...
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... heart Staring full ghastly like a strangled man : untainted ? • His hair upreard ,
his nostrils stretched with * Thrice is he armed , that hath his quarrel just ;
struggling ; | * And he but naked , though lock ' d up in steel , • His hands abroad
display ...
... heart Staring full ghastly like a strangled man : untainted ? • His hair upreard ,
his nostrils stretched with * Thrice is he armed , that hath his quarrel just ;
struggling ; | * And he but naked , though lock ' d up in steel , • His hands abroad
display ...
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O Henry , let me plead for gentle Suf - 0 , could this kiss be printed in thy hand ;
folk ! Kisses his han . K . Hen . Ungentle queen , to call him gentle * That thou
might ' st think upon these by the serl , Suffolk , Through whom a thousand sighs
are ...
O Henry , let me plead for gentle Suf - 0 , could this kiss be printed in thy hand ;
folk ! Kisses his han . K . Hen . Ungentle queen , to call him gentle * That thou
might ' st think upon these by the serl , Suffolk , Through whom a thousand sighs
are ...
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263 ÆäÀÌÁö - Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.
144 ÆäÀÌÁö - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr...
264 ÆäÀÌÁö - I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood. I only speak right on ; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle...
251 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
161 ÆäÀÌÁö - Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead: Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then...
307 ÆäÀÌÁö - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath...
89 ÆäÀÌÁö - Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them ; Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And descant on mine own deformity.
320 ÆäÀÌÁö - O! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men, as angels, without feminine; Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
161 ÆäÀÌÁö - Amidst the other : whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander.
209 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun: The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement: each thing's a thief; The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft.