The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare,: According to the Improved Text of Edmund Malone, Including the Latest Revisions, : with a Life, Glossarial Notes, an Index, and One Hundred and Seventy Illustrations, from Designs by English Artists, Volumen11Henry G. Bohn, 1844 |
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... turn craver too , and so I shall ' scape whipping . Per . Why , are all your beggars whipped then ? 2 Fish . O , not all , my friend , not all ; for if all your beggars were whipped , I would wish no better office than to be beadle ...
... turn craver too , and so I shall ' scape whipping . Per . Why , are all your beggars whipped then ? 2 Fish . O , not all , my friend , not all ; for if all your beggars were whipped , I would wish no better office than to be beadle ...
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... turning o'er authorities , I have , Together with my practice , made familiar To me and to my aid , the bless'd infusions That dwell in vegetives , in metals , stones ; And I can speak of the disturbances That Nature works , and of her ...
... turning o'er authorities , I have , Together with my practice , made familiar To me and to my aid , the bless'd infusions That dwell in vegetives , in metals , stones ; And I can speak of the disturbances That Nature works , and of her ...
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... turn To any living creature : believe me , la , I never kill'd a mouse , nor hurt a fly : I trod upon a worm against my will , But I wept for it . How have I offended , Wherein my death might yield her profit , or 1 A ship - boy . My ...
... turn To any living creature : believe me , la , I never kill'd a mouse , nor hurt a fly : I trod upon a worm against my will , But I wept for it . How have I offended , Wherein my death might yield her profit , or 1 A ship - boy . My ...
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... turn ; therefore say what a paragon she is , and thou hast the harvest out of thine own report . Boult . I warrant you , mistress , thunder shall not so awake the beds of eels , as my giving out her beauty stir up the lewdly - inclined ...
... turn ; therefore say what a paragon she is , and thou hast the harvest out of thine own report . Boult . I warrant you , mistress , thunder shall not so awake the beds of eels , as my giving out her beauty stir up the lewdly - inclined ...
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... turn a child again . I think Cleon . Were I chief lord of all the spacious world , I'd give it to undo the deed . O lady , Much less in blood than virtue , yet a princess To equal any single crown o ' the earth , I ' the justice of ...
... turn a child again . I think Cleon . Were I chief lord of all the spacious world , I'd give it to undo the deed . O lady , Much less in blood than virtue , yet a princess To equal any single crown o ' the earth , I ' the justice of ...
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Página 348 - Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. 0 masters ! if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, 1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honorable men : I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Than I will wrong such honorable men.
Página 370 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Página 346 - 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 351 - What private griefs they have, alas ! I know not, That made them do it ; they are wise and honorable, 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.
Página 294 - Now, in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed, That he is grown so great ? Age, thou art shamed!
Página 350 - Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what! weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Página 323 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Página 347 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Página 293 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Página 103 - Helicanus, strike me, honour'd sir ; Give me a gash, put me to present pain ; Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me O'erbear the shores of my mortality, And drown me with their sweetness.