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Strona 8
... fear Misfortune to my ventures , out of doubt , Would make me fad . The Merchant of Venice , A. 1. Sc . 1 . ARMY ROUTED . -No blame be to you , Sir , for all was loft , But that the heavens fought . The king himself Of his wings ...
... fear Misfortune to my ventures , out of doubt , Would make me fad . The Merchant of Venice , A. 1. Sc . 1 . ARMY ROUTED . -No blame be to you , Sir , for all was loft , But that the heavens fought . The king himself Of his wings ...
Strona 22
... fear to kindle your dislike ; Yea , fubject to your countenance , glad or forry As I faw it inclin'd . When was the hour I ever contradicted your defire , Or made it not mine too ? Which of your friends Have I not strove to love ...
... fear to kindle your dislike ; Yea , fubject to your countenance , glad or forry As I faw it inclin'd . When was the hour I ever contradicted your defire , Or made it not mine too ? Which of your friends Have I not strove to love ...
Strona 23
... fear ? myself - there's none else by : Richard loves Richard ; that is , I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No -- Yes , I am ; Then fly - what ! from myself ? - Great reason - Why ? Left I revenge - What ! Myself on myself ? I love ...
... fear ? myself - there's none else by : Richard loves Richard ; that is , I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No -- Yes , I am ; Then fly - what ! from myself ? - Great reason - Why ? Left I revenge - What ! Myself on myself ? I love ...
Strona 31
... fear ; Seeing that death , a necessary end , Will come when it will come . Julius Cæfar , A. 2. Sc . z . Why , he that cuts off twenty years of life , Cuts off so many years of fearing death . Ibid , A. 3. Sc . 1 . DECEIT . Ah ! that ...
... fear ; Seeing that death , a necessary end , Will come when it will come . Julius Cæfar , A. 2. Sc . z . Why , he that cuts off twenty years of life , Cuts off so many years of fearing death . Ibid , A. 3. Sc . 1 . DECEIT . Ah ! that ...
Strona 43
... fears , And , in conclufion , dumbly have broke off , Not paying me a welcome . Trust me , sweet , Out of this filence yet I pick'd a welcome ; And in the modefty of fearful duty I read as much , as from the rattling tongue Of saucy and ...
... fears , And , in conclufion , dumbly have broke off , Not paying me a welcome . Trust me , sweet , Out of this filence yet I pick'd a welcome ; And in the modefty of fearful duty I read as much , as from the rattling tongue Of saucy and ...
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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.