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... nature hath so crowded humours that his valour is crush'd into folly , his folly sauced with discretion : there is no man hath a virtue that he hath not a glimpse of , nor any man an attaint but he carries some stain of it : he is ...
... nature hath so crowded humours that his valour is crush'd into folly , his folly sauced with discretion : there is no man hath a virtue that he hath not a glimpse of , nor any man an attaint but he carries some stain of it : he is ...
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... Nature craves All dues be render'd to their owners : now , What nearer debt in all humanity Than wife is to the husband ? If this law Of nature be corrupted through affection , And that great minds , of partial indulgence To their ...
... Nature craves All dues be render'd to their owners : now , What nearer debt in all humanity Than wife is to the husband ? If this law Of nature be corrupted through affection , And that great minds , of partial indulgence To their ...
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... Nature , what things there are Most abject in regard and dear in use ! What things again most dear in the esteem 100 110 120 And poor in worth ! Now shall we see to - morrow 130 An act that very chance doth throw upon him Ajax renown'd ...
... Nature , what things there are Most abject in regard and dear in use ! What things again most dear in the esteem 100 110 120 And poor in worth ! Now shall we see to - morrow 130 An act that very chance doth throw upon him Ajax renown'd ...
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... nature makes the whole world kin , That all , with one consent , praise new - born gawds , Though they are made and moulded of things past , And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er - dusted . 150 160 170 The ...
... nature makes the whole world kin , That all , with one consent , praise new - born gawds , Though they are made and moulded of things past , And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er - dusted . 150 160 170 The ...
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... nature Have not more gift in taciturnity . 60 70 [ Exeunt Troilus and Eneas . Pan . Is ' t possible ? no sooner got but lost ? The Devil take Antenor the young prince will go mad : a plague upon Ante- nor ! I would they had broke ' s ...
... nature Have not more gift in taciturnity . 60 70 [ Exeunt Troilus and Eneas . Pan . Is ' t possible ? no sooner got but lost ? The Devil take Antenor the young prince will go mad : a plague upon Ante- nor ! I would they had broke ' s ...
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Achilles Ajax Antony Apem Apemantus art thou Banquo bear blood brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassio Cleo Coriolanus Cres Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Desdemona doth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fool fortune friends give Glou gods GUIDERIUS Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hector hither honour Iach Iago Julius Cæsar Kent King lady Lear live look lord Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd madam Marcius Mark Antony ne'er never night noble Nurse Othello Pandarus Patroclus peace poor pray Prince prithee Queen Re-enter Roman Rome Romeo SCENE shalt soul speak stand sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Titus to-night tongue Troilus Tybalt Ulyss villain What's wilt word
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Página 423 - 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; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit...
Página 561 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Página 398 - 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.
Página 750 - 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.
Página 569 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Página 422 - Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. 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.
Página 548 - I know not,) lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises : and, indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, — this brave o'erhanging firmament — this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man ! How noble in reason ! how infinite in faculty ! in form...
Página 421 - t is 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.
Página 419 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Página 594 - There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream ; There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them...