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William Shakespeare. A far more glorious star thy soul will make , Than Julius Cæsar , or bright- Enter a Messenger . " Mess . My honourable lords , health to you all ! Sad tidings bring I to you out of France , Of loss , of slaughter ...
William Shakespeare. A far more glorious star thy soul will make , Than Julius Cæsar , or bright- Enter a Messenger . " Mess . My honourable lords , health to you all ! Sad tidings bring I to you out of France , Of loss , of slaughter ...
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... Cæsar and his fortune bare at once . Char . Was Mahomet inspired with a dove ? Though with an eagle art inspired then . Helen , the mother of great Constantine , Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters , were like thee . Bright star of Venus ...
... Cæsar and his fortune bare at once . Char . Was Mahomet inspired with a dove ? Though with an eagle art inspired then . Helen , the mother of great Constantine , Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters , were like thee . Bright star of Venus ...
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... Cæsar ; savage islanders , ' Pompey the great ; and Suffolk dies by pirates . [ Exeunt Suff . with Whit . and others . Capt . And as for these whose ransoms we have set , It is our pleasure , one of them depart : - Therefore come you ...
... Cæsar ; savage islanders , ' Pompey the great ; and Suffolk dies by pirates . [ Exeunt Suff . with Whit . and others . Capt . And as for these whose ransoms we have set , It is our pleasure , one of them depart : - Therefore come you ...
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... Cæsar writ , Is term'd the civil'st place of all this isle : Sweet is the country , because full of riches ; ' The people liberal , valiant , active , wealthy ; Which makes me hope you are not void of rity . ' I sold not Maine , I lost ...
... Cæsar writ , Is term'd the civil'st place of all this isle : Sweet is the country , because full of riches ; ' The people liberal , valiant , active , wealthy ; Which makes me hope you are not void of rity . ' I sold not Maine , I lost ...
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... Cæsar now , ' No humble suitors press to speak for right , No , not a man comes for redress of thee ; For how can I help them , and not myself ? " 1 Keep . Ay , here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's fee : This is the quondam king ...
... Cæsar now , ' No humble suitors press to speak for right , No , not a man comes for redress of thee ; For how can I help them , and not myself ? " 1 Keep . Ay , here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's fee : This is the quondam king ...
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Achilles Ajax Alarum Antony Apem Apemantus art thou bear blood brother Brutus Cæsar Cassio Cleo Coriolanus Cres crown Cymbeline daughter dead dear death dost doth duke duke of York Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fool friends Gent give Gloster gods grace hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iago Julius Cæsar Kent king lady Laertes Lear live look lord madam Marcius Mark Antony ne'er never night noble o'the Othello Pandarus Patroclus peace Pericles poor pr'ythee pray prince queen Rich Rome Romeo SCENE shalt soldiers Somerset soul speak stand Suff Suffolk sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon tongue Troilus Tybalt unto villain Warwick weep What's wilt words York
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الصفحة 419 - 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...
الصفحة 230 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake; 'tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their...
الصفحة 457 - As hell's from heaven ! If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy ; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
الصفحة 84 - 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; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined...
الصفحة 142 - 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.
الصفحة 244 - 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 vile trash, By any indirection.
الصفحة 454 - tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners : so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce ; set hyssop, and weed up thyme ; supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many ; either to have it steril with idleness, or manured with industry, — why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
الصفحة 65 - 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.
الصفحة 133 - ... 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. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...
الصفحة 452 - Their dearest action in the tented field ; And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle ; And, therefore, little shall I grace my cause, In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver Of my whole course of love ; what drugs, what charms, What conjuration, and what mighty magic (For such proceeding I am charg'd withal) I won his daughter.