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... pity move my father To be inclin'd my way ! FER . ( Aside ) . O ! if a virgin , And your affection not gone forth , I'll make you The Queen of Naples . PRO . Soft , sir : one word more— ( Aside ) . They are both in either's powers : but ...
... pity move my father To be inclin'd my way ! FER . ( Aside ) . O ! if a virgin , And your affection not gone forth , I'll make you The Queen of Naples . PRO . Soft , sir : one word more— ( Aside ) . They are both in either's powers : but ...
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... pity : Silence ! one word more Shall make me chide thee , if not hate thee . What ! An advocate for an imposter ? hush ! Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he , Having seen but him and Caliban : foolish wench ! To the most of ...
... pity : Silence ! one word more Shall make me chide thee , if not hate thee . What ! An advocate for an imposter ? hush ! Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he , Having seen but him and Caliban : foolish wench ! To the most of ...
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... pity but they should suffer salvation , body and soul . DOGB . Nay , that were a punishment too good for them , if they should have any allegiance in them , being chosen for the prince's watch . VERG . Well , give them their charge ...
... pity but they should suffer salvation , body and soul . DOGB . Nay , that were a punishment too good for them , if they should have any allegiance in them , being chosen for the prince's watch . VERG . Well , give them their charge ...
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... pity on my life . THE . A very gentle beast , and of a good conscience . MOON . This lanthorn doth the horned moon present ; Myself the man i ' the moon do seem to be . [ Exit . THE . This is the greatest error of all the rest . The man ...
... pity on my life . THE . A very gentle beast , and of a good conscience . MOON . This lanthorn doth the horned moon present ; Myself the man i ' the moon do seem to be . [ Exit . THE . This is the greatest error of all the rest . The man ...
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... pity the man . PYR . O wherefore , Nature , didst thou lions frame ? Since lion vile hath here deflower'd my dear ? Which is no , no - which was the fairest dame That liv'd , that lov'd , that lik'd , that look'd with cheer . Come tears ...
... pity the man . PYR . O wherefore , Nature , didst thou lions frame ? Since lion vile hath here deflower'd my dear ? Which is no , no - which was the fairest dame That liv'd , that lov'd , that lik'd , that look'd with cheer . Come tears ...
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Page 199 - That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Page 197 - 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.
Page 155 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
Page 214 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Page 221 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Page 124 - This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him ; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 217 - And you, good yeomen Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear That you are worth your breeding — which I doubt not — For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry "God for Harry, England, and Saint George!
Page 154 - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Page 208 - For within the hollow crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps death his court: and there the antick sits. Scoffing his state, and grinning at his pomp ; Allowing him a breath, a little scene To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks; Infusing him with self and vain conceit, — As if this flesh, which walls about our life, Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell king!
Page 192 - Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. O, that that earth which kept the world in awe Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw!