The Works of William Shakespeare: Comprising His Dramatic and Poetical Works, Complete, Volume 2 |
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Lean raw - bon'd rascals ! who would e'er suppose They had such courage and audacity ? Char . Let's leave this town ; for they are hair- brain'd slaves , And hunger will enforce them to be more eager : Of old I know them ; rather with ...
Lean raw - bon'd rascals ! who would e'er suppose They had such courage and audacity ? Char . Let's leave this town ; for they are hair- brain'd slaves , And hunger will enforce them to be more eager : Of old I know them ; rather with ...
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Nought rests for me , in this tumultuous strife , But to make open proclamation : - Come , Officer ; as loud as e'er thou canst . Which I , disdaining , scorn'd ; and craved death , Rather than I would be so pil'd esteem'd .
Nought rests for me , in this tumultuous strife , But to make open proclamation : - Come , Officer ; as loud as e'er thou canst . Which I , disdaining , scorn'd ; and craved death , Rather than I would be so pil'd esteem'd .
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( 1 ) i . e . Articles of accusation . ( 2 ) Unseemly , indecent [ Aside War . State holy , or unhallow'd , what of that ? Is not his grace protector to the king ? Lest it be said , Speak , sirrah , when you should ; Plan .
( 1 ) i . e . Articles of accusation . ( 2 ) Unseemly , indecent [ Aside War . State holy , or unhallow'd , what of that ? Is not his grace protector to the king ? Lest it be said , Speak , sirrah , when you should ; Plan .
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Bast . See , noble Charles ! the beacon of our friend , The burning torch in yonder turret stands . ( ) Confederates in stratagems . i . e . No way equal to that . Char . Now shine it like a comet of revenge 14 Act In . FIRST PART OF ...
Bast . See , noble Charles ! the beacon of our friend , The burning torch in yonder turret stands . ( ) Confederates in stratagems . i . e . No way equal to that . Char . Now shine it like a comet of revenge 14 Act In . FIRST PART OF ...
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Long since we were resolved ' of your truth , Your faithful service , and your toil in war ; Yet never have you tasted our reward , Or been reguerdon'd ' with so much as thanks , Because till now we never saw your face : Therefo.e ...
Long since we were resolved ' of your truth , Your faithful service , and your toil in war ; Yet never have you tasted our reward , Or been reguerdon'd ' with so much as thanks , Because till now we never saw your face : Therefo.e ...
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Page 228 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake, — 'tis true, this God did shake. His coward lips did from their colour fly ; And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Did lose his lustre ; I did hear him groan ; Aye, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! (it cried), Give me some drink, Titinius, As a sick girl.
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Page 134 - 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!
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| Title | The Works of William Shakespeare: Comprising His Dramatic and Poetical Works, Complete, Volume 2 The Works of William Shakespeare: Comprising His Dramatic and Poetical Works, Complete, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | Phillips, Sampson and Company, 1853 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 29 Dec 2006 |
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