The beauties of Shakespeare, selected from his plays and poems |
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... grace . Rich she shall be , that's certain ; wife , or I'll none ; virtuous , or I'll never cheapen her ; fair , or I'll never look on her ; mild , or come not near me ; noble , or not I for an angel ; of good discourse , an excellent ...
... grace . Rich she shall be , that's certain ; wife , or I'll none ; virtuous , or I'll never cheapen her ; fair , or I'll never look on her ; mild , or come not near me ; noble , or not I for an angel ; of good discourse , an excellent ...
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... grace this latter age with noble deed .. For my part , I may speak it to my shame ,. I have a truant been to chivalry ; And fo , I hear , he doth account me too . Yet this before my father's majesty : - I am content that he shall take ...
... grace this latter age with noble deed .. For my part , I may speak it to my shame ,. I have a truant been to chivalry ; And fo , I hear , he doth account me too . Yet this before my father's majesty : - I am content that he shall take ...
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... grace from me ? Heaven witness , I've been to you a true and humble wife , At all times to your will conformable , Ever in fear to kindle your dislike ; Yea , fubject to your countenance , glad or forry As I faw it inclin'd . When was ...
... grace from me ? Heaven witness , I've been to you a true and humble wife , At all times to your will conformable , Ever in fear to kindle your dislike ; Yea , fubject to your countenance , glad or forry As I faw it inclin'd . When was ...
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... all the winter long : Grace and remembrance be unto you both , And welcome to our shearing . The Winter's Tale , A. 4. Sc . 3 . GARLANDS GARLANDS FOR MIDDLE AGE . Here's flowers for you ; 64 The Beauties of Shakspeare .
... all the winter long : Grace and remembrance be unto you both , And welcome to our shearing . The Winter's Tale , A. 4. Sc . 3 . GARLANDS GARLANDS FOR MIDDLE AGE . Here's flowers for you ; 64 The Beauties of Shakspeare .
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William Shakespeare. You are too much mistaken in this king . Question your grace the late ambafladors , With what great ftate he heard their embassy , How well supplied with noble counsellors , How modeft in exception , and withal How ...
William Shakespeare. You are too much mistaken in this king . Question your grace the late ambafladors , With what great ftate he heard their embassy , How well supplied with noble counsellors , How modeft in exception , and withal How ...
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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.