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... buck , which was so great a favourite with the owner , that Burdet wished that his horns had been in the body of the person who had instigated the king to the action . This was reported to Edward , who pretended to regard it as a ...
... buck , which was so great a favourite with the owner , that Burdet wished that his horns had been in the body of the person who had instigated the king to the action . This was reported to Edward , who pretended to regard it as a ...
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... Buck . Good time of day unto your royal grace ! Stan . God make your majesty joyful as you have been ! Q. Eliz . The ... Buck . Madam , good hope ; his grace speaks cheerfully . Q. Eliz . God grant him health ? did you confer with him ...
... Buck . Good time of day unto your royal grace ! Stan . God make your majesty joyful as you have been ! Q. Eliz . The ... Buck . Madam , good hope ; his grace speaks cheerfully . Q. Eliz . God grant him health ? did you confer with him ...
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... Buck . Northumberland , then present , wept to see it . Q. Mar. What ! were you snarling all , before I came , Ready to catch each other by the throat , And turn you all your hatred now on me ? Did York's dread curse prevail so much ...
... Buck . Northumberland , then present , wept to see it . Q. Mar. What ! were you snarling all , before I came , Ready to catch each other by the throat , And turn you all your hatred now on me ? Did York's dread curse prevail so much ...
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... Buck . Peace , peace , for shame , if not for charity . Q. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me ; Uncharitably with me have you dealt , And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd . My charity is outrage , life my shame , — And in ...
... Buck . Peace , peace , for shame , if not for charity . Q. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me ; Uncharitably with me have you dealt , And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd . My charity is outrage , life my shame , — And in ...
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... Buck . Nothing that I respect , my gracious lord . Q. Mar. What , dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel , And soothe the devil that I warn thee from ? O , but remember this another day , When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow ...
... Buck . Nothing that I respect , my gracious lord . Q. Mar. What , dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel , And soothe the devil that I warn thee from ? O , but remember this another day , When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Alarum Anne Anne Hathaway Antony arms art thou Banquo Bast bear blood brother Brutus Buck Buckingham Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassius Catesby Clar Clarence cousin crown curse dauphin dead death Decius deed didst dost doth Duch duke duke of York Edward Eliz enemy England English Exeunt Exit eyes fair father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France French friends gentle give Gloster grace hand Harfleur hath hear heart heaven Henry honour Hubert John Julius Cæsar Lady liege live look lord lord Hastings Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam majesty Mark Antony means mother Murd murther never night noble peace Pist pray prince queen Rich Richard Rome Rosse royal SCENE Shakspeare sleep soldier sorrow soul speak sword tell thane thee thine thou art thou hast Titinius to-morrow tongue unto Witch word
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Página 352 - Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar 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 373 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Página 372 - 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 159 - Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts ; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil...
Página 22 - 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.
Página 372 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause ; and be silent, that you may hear : believe me for mine honour ; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom ; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If, then, that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer, — not that I loved Caesar less, but...
Página 22 - Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek...
Página 25 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Página 113 - 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.
Página 63 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.