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... sword up , traitor ; Who mak'st a show , but dar'st not strike , thy conscience Is so possess'd with guilt : come from thy ward ; " " Make not too rash a trial of him , " & c.- we believe that Smollett's interpretation is the true one ...
... sword up , traitor ; Who mak'st a show , but dar'st not strike , thy conscience Is so possess'd with guilt : come from thy ward ; " " Make not too rash a trial of him , " & c.- we believe that Smollett's interpretation is the true one ...
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... Sword , pike , knife , gun , or need of any engine , Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth , Of it own kind , all foizon , " all abundance , To feed my innocent people . ( 1 ) SEB . No marrying ' mong his subjects ? ANT ...
... Sword , pike , knife , gun , or need of any engine , Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth , Of it own kind , all foizon , " all abundance , To feed my innocent people . ( 1 ) SEB . No marrying ' mong his subjects ? ANT ...
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... sword ; one Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st ; And I the king shall love thee . ANT . Draw together ; And when I rear my hand , do you the like , To fall it on Gonzalo . SEB . O , but one word . [ They converse apart ...
... sword ; one Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st ; And I the king shall love thee . ANT . Draw together ; And when I rear my hand , do you the like , To fall it on Gonzalo . SEB . O , but one word . [ They converse apart ...
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... swords . ] You fools ! I and my fellows Are ministers of Fate : the elements , Of whom your swords are temper'd , may as well Wound the loud winds , or with bemock'd - at stabs Kill the still - closing waters , as diminish One dowle ...
... swords . ] You fools ! I and my fellows Are ministers of Fate : the elements , Of whom your swords are temper'd , may as well Wound the loud winds , or with bemock'd - at stabs Kill the still - closing waters , as diminish One dowle ...
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... sword at Linne , with the cup the Fraternity drinke in ; The Tombe of Beauchampe , and sword of Sir Guy a Warwicke ; The great long Dutchman , and roaring Marget a Barwicke , The Mummied Princes , and Cæsars wine yet i ' Dover , Saint ...
... sword at Linne , with the cup the Fraternity drinke in ; The Tombe of Beauchampe , and sword of Sir Guy a Warwicke ; The great long Dutchman , and roaring Marget a Barwicke , The Mummied Princes , and Cæsars wine yet i ' Dover , Saint ...
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Achilles Ajax Antony Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæsar CASCA Cassius CLEO Cleopatra Collier's annotator Coriolanus CRES daughter dead dear death deed DEMET Desdemona dost doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear folio omits follow fool fortune give gods Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hector honour IAGO Julius Cæsar KENT king kiss lady Laertes LEAR live look lord Lucius MACB Macbeth MACD madam Marcius Mark Antony means never night noble o'er Old text Othello Pandarus Patroclus play Pompey poor pr'ythee pray quarto queen Re-enter Rome SCENE Shakespeare shalt shame sorrow soul speak stand Steevens sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Titus Titus Andronicus tongue Troilus true ULYSS unto wife word Отн
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Page 359 - To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we. have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Page 438 - 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.
Page 541 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 446 - I may do that I shall be sorry for. Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am arm'd so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not. I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me: For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their...
Page 509 - 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.
Page 442 - 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, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on ; I tell you that which you yourselves do know ; Show you Sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,...
Page 340 - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth, wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin, By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners ; that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, Their virtues else, be they as pure as grace, As infinite as man may...
Page 344 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Page 20 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none ; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too, — but innocent and pure ; No sovereignty, — Seb.
Page 762 - ... remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste: Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's...