The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 4Bickers & Son, 1883 |
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... never at quiet ! What are you ? —But this place is too cold for hell . I'll devil - porter it no farther : I had thought to have let in some of all professions , that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire .- [ Knocking . ] Anon ...
... never at quiet ! What are you ? —But this place is too cold for hell . I'll devil - porter it no farther : I had thought to have let in some of all professions , that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire .- [ Knocking . ] Anon ...
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... never call'd to bear my part , Or show the glory of our art ? And , which is worse , all you have done Hath been but for a wayward son , Spiteful and wrathful ; who , as others do , Loves for his own ends , not for you . But make amends ...
... never call'd to bear my part , Or show the glory of our art ? And , which is worse , all you have done Hath been but for a wayward son , Spiteful and wrathful ; who , as others do , Loves for his own ends , not for you . But make amends ...
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... never vanquish'd be , until Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill Shall come against him . Macb . That will never be : Who can impress the forest ; bid the tree Unfix his earth - bound root ? sweet bodements ! good ! Rebellious head ...
... never vanquish'd be , until Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill Shall come against him . Macb . That will never be : Who can impress the forest ; bid the tree Unfix his earth - bound root ? sweet bodements ! good ! Rebellious head ...
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... never is o'ertook , Unless the deed go with it : from this moment , The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand . And even now , To crown my thoughts with acts , be it thought and done : The castle of Macduff I ...
... never is o'ertook , Unless the deed go with it : from this moment , The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand . And even now , To crown my thoughts with acts , be it thought and done : The castle of Macduff I ...
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... with worms and flies ? Son . With what I get , I mean ; and so do they . L. Macd . Poor bird ! thou ' dst never fear the net , nor lime , The pit - fall , nor the gin . Son . Why should I , mother ? Poor birds SCENE II . ] 43 MACBETH .
... with worms and flies ? Son . With what I get , I mean ; and so do they . L. Macd . Poor bird ! thou ' dst never fear the net , nor lime , The pit - fall , nor the gin . Son . Why should I , mother ? Poor birds SCENE II . ] 43 MACBETH .
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Antony art thou Banquo Bawd beauty blood Boult BRABANTIO Cæs Cæsar Cassio Cleo Cleopatra Cloten CYMBELINE daughter dead dear death Desdemona DIONYZA doth Emil ENOBARBUS Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair false farewell father fear fool fortune foul Gent gentleman give Gloster gods grace grief GUIDERIUS Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven honour Iach Iago Kent king kiss lady Laer Laertes Lear live look lord LYSIMACHUS Macb Macbeth Macd Madam Mark Antony Michael Cassio mistress ne'er never night noble Othello Pericles poison'd POLONIUS Pompey poor Posthumus pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter SCENE shalt shame sleep sorrow soul speak sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought thyself to-night tongue villain weep What's wilt
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Página 718 - My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun ; Coral is far more red than her lips' red ; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun ; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks ; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound ; I grant I never saw a goddess go ; My mistress, when she...
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