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Talbot is taken , whom we wont to fear : Be not amaz'd , there's nothing hid from me : Remaineth none but mad - brain'd Salisbury ; In private will I talk with thee apart :And he may well in fretting spend his gall , Stand back ...
Talbot is taken , whom we wont to fear : Be not amaz'd , there's nothing hid from me : Remaineth none but mad - brain'd Salisbury ; In private will I talk with thee apart :And he may well in fretting spend his gall , Stand back ...
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So great fear of my name ' mongst them was spread , May . I'll call for clubs , ' if you will not away : - That they supposed , I could rend bars of steel , This cardinal is more haughty than the devil . And spurn in pieces posts of ...
So great fear of my name ' mongst them was spread , May . I'll call for clubs , ' if you will not away : - That they supposed , I could rend bars of steel , This cardinal is more haughty than the devil . And spurn in pieces posts of ...
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Sirs , take your places , and be vigilant : I know not where I am , nor what I do : If any noise , or soldier , you perceive , A witch , by fear , not force , like Hannibal , Near to the walls , by some apparent sign , Drives back our ...
Sirs , take your places , and be vigilant : I know not where I am , nor what I do : If any noise , or soldier , you perceive , A witch , by fear , not force , like Hannibal , Near to the walls , by some apparent sign , Drives back our ...
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No , Plantagenet , Grown to this faction in the Temple garden , ' Tis not for fear ; but anger , -- that thy cheeks , Shall send , between the red rose and the white , Blush for pure shame , to counterfeit our roses ; A thousand souls ...
No , Plantagenet , Grown to this faction in the Temple garden , ' Tis not for fear ; but anger , -- that thy cheeks , Shall send , between the red rose and the white , Blush for pure shame , to counterfeit our roses ; A thousand souls ...
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Besides , I fear me , if thy thoughts were sisted , The king , thy sovereign , is not quite exempt Enter , skirmishing , the retainers of Gloster and From envious malice of thy swelling heari . Winchester , with bloody pates . Win .
Besides , I fear me , if thy thoughts were sisted , The king , thy sovereign , is not quite exempt Enter , skirmishing , the retainers of Gloster and From envious malice of thy swelling heari . Winchester , with bloody pates . Win .
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Page 238 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Page 426 - No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Page 392 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Page 415 - tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Page 380 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses, and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
Page 255 - Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description...
Page 399 - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Page 277 - Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath : husband, I come : Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire and air ; my other elements I give to baser life.
Page 63 - 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 hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years...
Page 131 - 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.
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| Title | The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left, Volume 2 The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left, William Shakespeare |
| Authors | William Shakespeare, George Steevens |
| Publisher | S. Andrus, 1829 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 2 Apr 2007 |
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