The Works of William Shakespeare, Volumen3Bickers & Son, 1883 |
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... give occasion of offence , Then let me die , for now thou hast no cause ! Clif . No cause ! Thy father slew my father ; therefore , die . Rut . Dii faciant , laudis summa sit ista tuæ ! Clif . Plantagenet ! I come , Plantagenet ! And ...
... give occasion of offence , Then let me die , for now thou hast no cause ! Clif . No cause ! Thy father slew my father ; therefore , die . Rut . Dii faciant , laudis summa sit ista tuæ ! Clif . Plantagenet ! I come , Plantagenet ! And ...
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... give signal to the fight . War . What say'st thou , Henry , wilt thou yield the crown ? Q. Mar. Why , how now , long - tongu'd Warwick ! dare you speak ? When you and I met at St Albans last , Your legs did better service than your ...
... give signal to the fight . War . What say'st thou , Henry , wilt thou yield the crown ? Q. Mar. Why , how now , long - tongu'd Warwick ! dare you speak ? When you and I met at St Albans last , Your legs did better service than your ...
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... give sweet passage to my sinful soul . Now , lords , take leave until we meet again , Where'er it be , in heaven , or in earth . Rich . Brother , give me thy hand ; —and , gentle Warwick , Let me embrace thee in my weary arms : I , that ...
... give sweet passage to my sinful soul . Now , lords , take leave until we meet again , Where'er it be , in heaven , or in earth . Rich . Brother , give me thy hand ; —and , gentle Warwick , Let me embrace thee in my weary arms : I , that ...
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... give her two . L. Grey . Three , my most gracious lord . Glo . [ Aside . ] You shall have four , if you'll be rul'd by him . K. Edw . ' Twere pity , they should lose their father's lands . L. Grey . Be pitiful , dread lord , and grant ...
... give her two . L. Grey . Three , my most gracious lord . Glo . [ Aside . ] You shall have four , if you'll be rul'd by him . K. Edw . ' Twere pity , they should lose their father's lands . L. Grey . Be pitiful , dread lord , and grant ...
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... give humble thanks for all at once . K. Lew . Then , England's messenger , return in post , And tell false Edward , thy supposed king , That Lewis of France is sending over maskers , To revel it with him and his new bride : Thou seest ...
... give humble thanks for all at once . K. Lew . Then , England's messenger , return in post , And tell false Edward , thy supposed king , That Lewis of France is sending over maskers , To revel it with him and his new bride : Thou seest ...
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Página 652 - 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 265 - Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then every thing includes itself in power, Power into will, will into appetite ; And appetite, an universal wolf, So doubly seconded with will and power, Must make perforce an universal prey, And last eat up himself.
Página 674 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept : Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Página 517 - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night.
Página 684 - 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 vile trash, By any indirection. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius ? Should I have answer...
Página 29 - O God, methinks it were a happy life To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live. When this is known, then to divide the times: So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many...
Página 674 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me.
Página 248 - She shall be lov'd and fear'd : her own shall bless her ; Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow : good grows with her : In her days every man shall eat in safety, Under his own vine, what he plants ; and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours : God shall be truly known ; and those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
Página 222 - 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.
Página 298 - As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done : perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : to have done is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail 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...