The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: To which are Added His Miscellaneous Poems ...J. Walker, 1821 |
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... soul , thou and thy house shall rue it . West . Plantagenet , of thee , and these thy sons , Thy kinsmen , and thy friends , I'll have more lives , Than drops of blood were in my father's veins . Clif . Urge it no more ; lest that ...
... soul , thou and thy house shall rue it . West . Plantagenet , of thee , and these thy sons , Thy kinsmen , and thy friends , I'll have more lives , Than drops of blood were in my father's veins . Clif . Urge it no more ; lest that ...
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... soul ; And till I root out their accursed line , And leave not one alive , I live in hell . Therefore- [ Lifting his Hand . Rut . O , let me pray before I take my death : - To thee I pray ; Sweet Clifford , pity me ! Clif . Such pity as ...
... soul ; And till I root out their accursed line , And leave not one alive , I live in hell . Therefore- [ Lifting his Hand . Rut . O , let me pray before I take my death : - To thee I pray ; Sweet Clifford , pity me ! Clif . Such pity as ...
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... soul , the hearers will shed tears ; Yea , even my foes will shed fast - falling tears ; And say , Alas , it was a piteous deed ! There , take the crown , and with the crown , my curse ; * Government , in the language of the time , sig ...
... soul , the hearers will shed tears ; Yea , even my foes will shed fast - falling tears ; And say , Alas , it was a piteous deed ! There , take the crown , and with the crown , my curse ; * Government , in the language of the time , sig ...
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... soul to heaven , my biood upon your heads ! North . Had he been slaughter - man to all my kin , I should not for my life but weep with him , To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul . Q. Mar. What , weeping - ripe , my lord Northum ...
... soul to heaven , my biood upon your heads ! North . Had he been slaughter - man to all my kin , I should not for my life but weep with him , To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul . Q. Mar. What , weeping - ripe , my lord Northum ...
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... soul's palace is become a prison : Ah , would she break from hence ! that this my body Might in the ground be closed up in rest : For never henceforth shall I joy again , Never , O never , shall I see more joy . Rich . I cannot weep ...
... soul's palace is become a prison : Ah , would she break from hence ! that this my body Might in the ground be closed up in rest : For never henceforth shall I joy again , Never , O never , shall I see more joy . Rich . I cannot weep ...
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Page 458 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life, but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself. I was born free as Caesar ; so were you : We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he : For once, upon a raw and gusty day, The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, Caesar said to me ' Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? ' Upon the word, Accoutred as I...
Page 240 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Page 92 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Page 320 - In monumental mockery. Take the instant way; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue: if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by And leave you hindmost: Or, like a gallant horse fall'n in first rank, Lie there for pavement to the abject rear, O'er-run and trampled on...
Page 112 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, — So full of dismal terror was the time.
Page 240 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.