The Plays of William Shakspeare, Volume 7 |
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Page 355
O , here I lift this one hand up to heaven , And bow this feeble ruin to the earth : If any power pities wretched tears , To that I call ; -What , wilt thou kneel with me ? ( To Lavinia . Do then , dear heart ; for heaven shall hear our ...
O , here I lift this one hand up to heaven , And bow this feeble ruin to the earth : If any power pities wretched tears , To that I call ; -What , wilt thou kneel with me ? ( To Lavinia . Do then , dear heart ; for heaven shall hear our ...
Page 373
News , news from heaven ! Marcus , the post is come . Sirrah , what tidings ? have you any letters ? Shall I have justice ? what says Jupiter ? Clo . Ho ! the gibbet - maker ? he says , that he hath taken them down again , for the man ...
News , news from heaven ! Marcus , the post is come . Sirrah , what tidings ? have you any letters ? Shall I have justice ? what says Jupiter ? Clo . Ho ! the gibbet - maker ? he says , that he hath taken them down again , for the man ...
Page 403
You're a fair viol , and your sense the strings : Who , finger'd to make man his lawful music , Would draw heaven down , and all the gods to hearken ; But , being play'd upon before your time , Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime ...
You're a fair viol , and your sense the strings : Who , finger'd to make man his lawful music , Would draw heaven down , and all the gods to hearken ; But , being play'd upon before your time , Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime ...
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