The beauties of Shakespeare, selected from his plays and poems |
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... set him there : Whoever charges on his forward breast , I am the caitiff that do hold him to it : And though I kill him not , I am the cause His death was so effected . Better ' twere I met the rav'ning lion when he roar'd With sharp ...
... set him there : Whoever charges on his forward breast , I am the caitiff that do hold him to it : And though I kill him not , I am the cause His death was so effected . Better ' twere I met the rav'ning lion when he roar'd With sharp ...
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... set off his head ) I do not think a braver gentleman , More active valiant , or more valiant young , More daring , or more bold , is now alive , To grace this latter age with noble deed .. For my part , I may speak it to my shame ,. I ...
... set off his head ) I do not think a braver gentleman , More active valiant , or more valiant young , More daring , or more bold , is now alive , To grace this latter age with noble deed .. For my part , I may speak it to my shame ,. I ...
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... Set a huge mountain ' tween my heart and tongue ! I have a man's mind , but a woman's might . How hard it is for women to keep counsel ! - O , good Iago ! Julius Cæfar , A. 2. Sc . 4 . What shall I do to win my Lord again ? Good friend ...
... Set a huge mountain ' tween my heart and tongue ! I have a man's mind , but a woman's might . How hard it is for women to keep counsel ! - O , good Iago ! Julius Cæfar , A. 2. Sc . 4 . What shall I do to win my Lord again ? Good friend ...
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... set my life upon a cast , And I will stand the hazard of the die . I think there be fix Richmonds in the field ; Five have I flain to - day instead of him , A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horfe ! King Richard III . A. 5. Sc . 8 ...
... set my life upon a cast , And I will stand the hazard of the die . I think there be fix Richmonds in the field ; Five have I flain to - day instead of him , A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horfe ! King Richard III . A. 5. Sc . 8 ...
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... set in the filver fea , Which ferves it in the office of a wall , Or as a moat defensive to a house , Against the envy of less happier lands ; This nurse , this teeming womb of royal kings , Fear'd for their breed , and famous by their ...
... set in the filver fea , Which ferves it in the office of a wall , Or as a moat defensive to a house , Against the envy of less happier lands ; This nurse , this teeming womb of royal kings , Fear'd for their breed , and famous by their ...
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Strona 282 - 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 up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Strona 282 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. 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...
Strona 149 - I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Strona 137 - 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.
Strona 199 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Strona 82 - The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Strona 54 - Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Strona 67 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Strona 89 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Strona 281 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.