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Page 55
My lords , I care not ( so much I am happy Above a number ) , if my actions Were
tried by every tongue , every eye saw them , Envy and base opinion set against
them , I know my life so even : If your business Seek me out , and that way I am ...
My lords , I care not ( so much I am happy Above a number ) , if my actions Were
tried by every tongue , every eye saw them , Envy and base opinion set against
them , I know my life so even : If your business Seek me out , and that way I am ...
Page 364
I cannot bring My tongue to such a pace : -Look , sir ; my wounds ;I got them in my
country's service , when Some certain of your brethren roar'd , and ran From the
noise of our own drums . Men . O me , the gods ! You must not speak of that ...
I cannot bring My tongue to such a pace : -Look , sir ; my wounds ;I got them in my
country's service , when Some certain of your brethren roar'd , and ran From the
noise of our own drums . Men . O me , the gods ! You must not speak of that ...
Page 373
Behold ! these are the tribunes of the people , The tongues of the common mouth
. I do despise them ; For they do prank * them in authority , Against all noble
sufferance . Sic . Pass no further . Cor . Ha ! what is that ? Bru . It will be
dangerous to ...
Behold ! these are the tribunes of the people , The tongues of the common mouth
. I do despise them ; For they do prank * them in authority , Against all noble
sufferance . Sic . Pass no further . Cor . Ha ! what is that ? Bru . It will be
dangerous to ...
Page 381
Put not your worthy rage into your tongue ; One time will owe another . Cor . On
fair ground , I could beat forty of them . Men . I could myself Take up a brace of the
best of them ; yea , the two tribunes . Com . But now ' tis odds beyond arithmetick
...
Put not your worthy rage into your tongue ; One time will owe another . Cor . On
fair ground , I could beat forty of them . Men . I could myself Take up a brace of the
best of them ; yea , the two tribunes . Com . But now ' tis odds beyond arithmetick
...
Page 389
A beggar's tongue Make motion through my lips ; and my arm'd knees , Who bow'
d but in my stirrop , bend like his That hath receiv'd an alms ! - I will not do't : Lest I
surcease to honour mine own truth , And , by my body's action , teach my mind ...
A beggar's tongue Make motion through my lips ; and my arm'd knees , Who bow'
d but in my stirrop , bend like his That hath receiv'd an alms ! - I will not do't : Lest I
surcease to honour mine own truth , And , by my body's action , teach my mind ...
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Page 72 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This 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.
Page 175 - 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...
Page 72 - 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.
Page 299 - I'll example you with thievery : The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction , ' Robs the vast sea : the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun : . • The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears : the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture " stolen From general excrement : each thing's a thief; The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft.
Page 285 - Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
Page 75 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr...
Page 431 - O mother, mother! What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome; But for your son— believe it, O, believe it!— Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Page 74 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
Page 175 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past ; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Page 72 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
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| Title | The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, Volume 6 The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | George Steevens |
| Published | 1811 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 3 Jul 2007 |
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