The Plays of William Shakspeare, Volume 7 |
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But if these , As I am sure they do , bear fire enough To kindle cowards , and to steel with valour The melting spirits of women ; then , countrymen , What need we any spur , but our own cause , To prick us to redress ? what other bond ...
But if these , As I am sure they do , bear fire enough To kindle cowards , and to steel with valour The melting spirits of women ; then , countrymen , What need we any spur , but our own cause , To prick us to redress ? what other bond ...
Page 52
You all did love him once , not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment , thou art Hled to brutish beasts , And men have lost their reason Bear with me ; My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar ...
You all did love him once , not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment , thou art Hled to brutish beasts , And men have lost their reason Bear with me ; My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar ...
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Did he not rather Discredit my authority with yours ; And make the wars alike against my stomach , Having alike your cause ? Of this , my letters Before did satisfy you . If you'll patch a quarrel , As matter whole you have not to make ...
Did he not rather Discredit my authority with yours ; And make the wars alike against my stomach , Having alike your cause ? Of this , my letters Before did satisfy you . If you'll patch a quarrel , As matter whole you have not to make ...
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