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... tell you of this Timon , but this little shall suffice at this present . " The account as given in the Palace of Pleasure agrees in all Of course there can be no doubt that material respects with this . one of these sources furnished ...
... tell you of this Timon , but this little shall suffice at this present . " The account as given in the Palace of Pleasure agrees in all Of course there can be no doubt that material respects with this . one of these sources furnished ...
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... tell him , —well , -i'faith , I should , When all's spent , he'd be cross'd then , an he could.18 " Tis pity bounty had not eyes behind , 19 That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind . [ Exit , and returns with the Casket . 1 Lord ...
... tell him , —well , -i'faith , I should , When all's spent , he'd be cross'd then , an he could.18 " Tis pity bounty had not eyes behind , 19 That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind . [ Exit , and returns with the Casket . 1 Lord ...
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... tell you true . I'll call to you . All Lords . O ! none so welcome . Tim . I take all and your several visitations So kind to heart , ' tis not enough to give : Methinks , I could deal kingdoms to my friends , And ne'er be weary ...
... tell you true . I'll call to you . All Lords . O ! none so welcome . Tim . I take all and your several visitations So kind to heart , ' tis not enough to give : Methinks , I could deal kingdoms to my friends , And ne'er be weary ...
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... tell him , My uses cry to me ; I must serve my turn Out of mine own his days and times are past , And my reliances on his fracted dates ' Have smit my credit . I love and honour him , But must not break my back to heal his finger ...
... tell him , My uses cry to me ; I must serve my turn Out of mine own his days and times are past , And my reliances on his fracted dates ' Have smit my credit . I love and honour him , But must not break my back to heal his finger ...
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... tell me true . Flav . If you suspect my husbandry or falsehood , Call me before the exactest auditors , And set me on the proof . So the gods bless me , When all our offices " have been oppress'd With riotous feeders ; when our vaults ...
... tell me true . Flav . If you suspect my husbandry or falsehood , Call me before the exactest auditors , And set me on the proof . So the gods bless me , When all our offices " have been oppress'd With riotous feeders ; when our vaults ...
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Page 399 - Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what! weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Page 397 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Page 391 - And Caesar's spirit ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry ' Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war ; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Page 396 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason!
Page 338 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Page 411 - By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
Page 488 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely ; touch me with noble anger ! O, let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! — No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things, — What they are, yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think, I'll weep; No, I'll not weep: — I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall break...
Page 412 - 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 ; — I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me : was that done like Cassius ? Should I have answer...
Page 420 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty : Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Page 434 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to...