Shakespeare's Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems, Volume 5Whittaker, 1858 |
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... Come , let us go , and pray to all the gods For our beloved mother in her pains . Aar . Pray to the devils ; the gods ... comes here ? Enter a Nurse , with a Black - a - moor Child in her arms . Nur . Good morrow , lords . Oh ! tell me ...
... Come , let us go , and pray to all the gods For our beloved mother in her pains . Aar . Pray to the devils ; the gods ... comes here ? Enter a Nurse , with a Black - a - moor Child in her arms . Nur . Good morrow , lords . Oh ! tell me ...
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... Come , Marcus , come . - Kinsmen , this is the way.- This done , see that you take no longer days , ] The corr . fo . 1632 gives what were perhaps the words in the time of the old corrector , “ make no long delays ; " but " take no ...
... Come , Marcus , come . - Kinsmen , this is the way.- This done , see that you take no longer days , ] The corr . fo . 1632 gives what were perhaps the words in the time of the old corrector , “ make no long delays ; " but " take no ...
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... come to Pluto's region , I pray you , deliver him this petition ; Tell him , it is for justice , and for aid , And that it comes from old Andronicus , Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome.— Ah , Rome ! -Well , well ; I made thee ...
... come to Pluto's region , I pray you , deliver him this petition ; Tell him , it is for justice , and for aid , And that it comes from old Andronicus , Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome.— Ah , Rome ! -Well , well ; I made thee ...
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... come to talk with thee . Tit . No ; not a word . How can I grace my talk , 1 Wanting a hand to give it action 1 ? Thou hast the odds of me ; therefore , no more . Tam . If thou didst know me , thou wouldst talk with me . Tit . I am not ...
... come to talk with thee . Tit . No ; not a word . How can I grace my talk , 1 Wanting a hand to give it action 1 ? Thou hast the odds of me ; therefore , no more . Tam . If thou didst know me , thou wouldst talk with me . Tit . I am not ...
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... come down and welcome me . Tit . Do me some service , ere I come to thee . Lo ! by thy side where Rape , and Murder , stand ; Now , give some ' surance that thou art Revenge : Stab them , or tear them on thy chariot wheels , And then I'll ...
... come down and welcome me . Tit . Do me some service , ere I come to thee . Lo ! by thy side where Rape , and Murder , stand ; Now , give some ' surance that thou art Revenge : Stab them , or tear them on thy chariot wheels , And then I'll ...
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Page 343 - 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 316 - 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 345 - 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 405 - Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 405 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable 40 As this which now I draw.
Page 344 - tis his will: Let but the commons hear this testament, , (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue.
Page 356 - I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me ; — For I can raise no money by vile means : By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection ; — I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me : was that done like Cassius ? Should I have answer...
Page 400 - 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 127 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Page 347 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : 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.