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... mother was a piece of virtue , and She said thou wast my daughter ; and thy father Was duke of Milan ; and his only heir d A princess , no worse issued . MIRA . O , the heavens ! What foul play had we , that we came from thence ? Or ...
... mother was a piece of virtue , and She said thou wast my daughter ; and thy father Was duke of Milan ; and his only heir d A princess , no worse issued . MIRA . O , the heavens ! What foul play had we , that we came from thence ? Or ...
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... mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen , Drop on you both ! a south - west blow on ye , And blister you all o'er ! ( 6 ) PRO . For this , be sure , to - night thou shalt have cramps , Side - stitches that shall pen thy ...
... mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen , Drop on you both ! a south - west blow on ye , And blister you all o'er ! ( 6 ) PRO . For this , be sure , to - night thou shalt have cramps , Side - stitches that shall pen thy ...
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... mother was a witch , and one so strong That could control the moon , - ] So in Act II . Sc . 1 , Gonzalo says , " You would lift the moon out of her sphere , if she would continue in it five weeks without changing . " Thus , too , in ...
... mother was a witch , and one so strong That could control the moon , - ] So in Act II . Sc . 1 , Gonzalo says , " You would lift the moon out of her sphere , if she would continue in it five weeks without changing . " Thus , too , in ...
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... mother brush'd With racen's feather from unwholesome fen , Drop on you both ! a south - west blow on ye , And blister you all o'er ! ] Wicked , in the sense of baneful , hurtful , is often met with in old medical works applied to sores ...
... mother brush'd With racen's feather from unwholesome fen , Drop on you both ! a south - west blow on ye , And blister you all o'er ! ] Wicked , in the sense of baneful , hurtful , is often met with in old medical works applied to sores ...
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... mother could : whereupon she grew round - wombed ; and had , indeed , sir , a son for her cradle ere she had a husband for her bed . Do you smell a fault ? KENT . I cannot wish the fault undone , the issue of it being so proper . GLO ...
... mother could : whereupon she grew round - wombed ; and had , indeed , sir , a son for her cradle ere she had a husband for her bed . Do you smell a fault ? KENT . I cannot wish the fault undone , the issue of it being so proper . GLO ...
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Achilles Ajax Antony Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæsar CASCA Cassio CLEO Cleopatra Collier's annotator Cominius Coriolanus CRES daughter dead dear death deed DEMET Desdemona dost doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear folio omits follow fool fortune friends give gods grace Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hector honour IAGO Julius Cæsar KENT king kiss lady Laertes LEAR live look lord Lucius MACB Macbeth MACD madam Marcius Mark Antony means never night noble o'er Old text Othello Pandarus Patroclus play Pompey poor pr'ythee pray quarto queen Re-enter Rome SCENE Shakespeare shalt shame sorrow soul speak stand Steevens sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Titus Andronicus tongue Troilus true ULYSS unto wife word Отн
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Page 762 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate: For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Page 342 - 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!
Page 766 - But you like none, none you, for constant heart. LIV O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves....
Page 24 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Page 421 - I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Page 354 - I'll observe his looks; I'll tent him to the quick: if he but blench, I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Page 114 - The weight of this sad time we must obey; Speak what we feel , not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much , nor live so long.
Page 681 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Page 477 - And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood ; Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor...
Page 763 - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; 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. Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But out, alack! he was but one hour mine, The...