The dramatic (poetical) works of William Shakspeare; illustr., embracing a life of the poet and notes, Volume 3 |
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... dead man's nose ; but I do see't and feel't , As you feel doing thus ; and see withal The instruments that feel.3 Ant . If it be so , We need no grave to bury honesty ; 1 This passage may be explained thus : - " If she prove false , I ...
... dead man's nose ; but I do see't and feel't , As you feel doing thus ; and see withal The instruments that feel.3 Ant . If it be so , We need no grave to bury honesty ; 1 This passage may be explained thus : - " If she prove false , I ...
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... dead ; and vengeance for't Not dropped down yet . 1 Lord . The higher powers forbid ! Paul . I say , she's dead ; I'll swear't . If word nor oath Prevail not , go and see ; if you can bring Tincture , or lustre , in her lip , her eye ...
... dead ; and vengeance for't Not dropped down yet . 1 Lord . The higher powers forbid ! Paul . I say , she's dead ; I'll swear't . If word nor oath Prevail not , go and see ; if you can bring Tincture , or lustre , in her lip , her eye ...
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... dead bodies of my queen and son ; One grave shall be for both ; upon them shall The causes of their death appear , unto Our shame perpetual . Once a day I'll visit The chapel where they lie ; and tears , shed there , Shall be my ...
... dead bodies of my queen and son ; One grave shall be for both ; upon them shall The causes of their death appear , unto Our shame perpetual . Once a day I'll visit The chapel where they lie ; and tears , shed there , Shall be my ...
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... dead May walk again . If such thing be , thy mother Appeared to me last night ; for ne'er was dream So like a waking . To me comes a creature , Sometimes her head on one side , some another ; I never saw a vessel of like sorrow , So ...
... dead May walk again . If such thing be , thy mother Appeared to me last night ; for ne'er was dream So like a waking . To me comes a creature , Sometimes her head on one side , some another ; I never saw a vessel of like sorrow , So ...
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... dead and rotten , come hither . What ail'st thou , man ? Clo . I have seen two such sights , by sea , and by land ; —but I am not to say , it is a sea , for it is now the sky ; betwixt the firmament and it , you cannot thrust a bodkin's ...
... dead and rotten , come hither . What ail'st thou , man ? Clo . I have seen two such sights , by sea , and by land ; —but I am not to say , it is a sea , for it is now the sky ; betwixt the firmament and it , you cannot thrust a bodkin's ...
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Page 461 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen, I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Page 380 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son, This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world...
Page 185 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion, Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...
Page 193 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Page 381 - This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Page 189 - Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great, Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win. Thou'dst have, great Glamis, that which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it, And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
Page 195 - Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me...
Page 352 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 462 - And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly, and attract more eyes, Than that which hath no foil to set it off. I'll so offend, to make offence a skill, Redeeming time, when men think least I will.
Page 318 - For Heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb. I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word; Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.