Then might you hear each valiant knight Then said he thus, O pale is desolate. There was a time, so ancient records tell Therefore give out you are of Epidamnus These are all virtues of a meaner rank They cast me then a young and musing mother They ended parle, and both addressed for fight They pass the bitter waves of Acheron They sought the bark, a weary pilot first They couched their spears and pricked their steeds, and thus They have drawn to the field PAGE 511 504 139 218 383 504 107 273 498 28 488 33 115 526 122 340 508 516 54 373 592 330 215 270 389 337 498 520 127 522 505 24 122 65 Thilke ground that berith the wedis wicke Think not with impotent parade of words 136 70 47 211 This hindrance to the monarch I'll announce 233 252 259 190 62 114 213 428 530 393 Thou art my elder-speak-without dishonour Thou art rich and glorious Thou camest into the world a little spy Thou fool that gloriest in having power Thou hast destroyed the morals of my son. Thou know'st as little who or where thou art 21 228 431 132 146 555 363 592 208 254 248 280 507 246 118 556 236 'Tis certain greatness, once fallen out with fortune 'Tis done, and power, brute power, hath now usurped 'Tis held that sorrow makes us wise 'Tis late, the gathering clouds like meeting armies 'Tis nature's law 'Tis not a set of features, or complexion 'Tis not enough, alas! our power to extend 'Tis not the balm, the sceptre and the ball 'Tis not the white or red 'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus. 'Tis poor, and not becoming perfect gentry. 'Tis said a stranger in the days of old. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet Titanum soboles, socia nostri sanguinis To a mouse says a miser, my dear Mr Mouse To be good is to be happy: angels To be the chief of honourable men 219 287 15 54 406 147 30 247 429 77 66 335 495 304 88 237 221 388 550 33 116 337 89 160 195 541 266 572 480 102 520 123 13 33 25 U 94 27 341 What is the matter 281 313 210 76 20 What mad bewilderment of grief is this What Trojan is that same that looks so heavy 105 91 271 27 317 357 115 560 269 551 257 597 557 539 447 217 What would'st thou do to gain thy liberty What, would you make me mad What would'st thou have, good fellow 582 86 294 172 Where shall my song begin, ye Nymphs, or end Wherefore rejoice? what conquest brings he home 323 44 456 548 73 146 559 When youth not bridled with a guiding stay tell 467 411 124 405 514 183 163 145 208 589 390 428 166 31 210 189 100 590 233 242 22 149 240 223 406 134 82 273 100 109 247 422 |