The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected; Together with a Copious Glossary ... |
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Me88 . . Madam , madam ,Cleo . Antony ' s dead ? If thou say so , villain , thou kill
' st thy mistress ; But well and free , If thou so yield him , there is gold , and here
My bluest veins to kiss ; a hand that kings Have lipped , and trembled kissing .
Me88 . . Madam , madam ,Cleo . Antony ' s dead ? If thou say so , villain , thou kill
' st thy mistress ; But well and free , If thou so yield him , there is gold , and here
My bluest veins to kiss ; a hand that kings Have lipped , and trembled kissing .
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What say you ? - Hence , [ Strikes him again . Horrible villain ! or I ' ll spurn thine
eyes Like balls before me ; I ' ll unhair thy head ; [ She hales him up and down .
Cleo . Cleo . Thou shalt be whipped with wire , and stewed in 32 ANTONY AND ...
What say you ? - Hence , [ Strikes him again . Horrible villain ! or I ' ll spurn thine
eyes Like balls before me ; I ' ll unhair thy head ; [ She hales him up and down .
Cleo . Cleo . Thou shalt be whipped with wire , and stewed in 32 ANTONY AND ...
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I am alone the villain of the earth , And feel I am so most . O Antony , Thou mine of
bounty , how wouldst thou have paid My better service , when my turpitude Thou
dost so crown with gold ! This blows my heart : If swift thought break it not , a ...
I am alone the villain of the earth , And feel I am so most . O Antony , Thou mine of
bounty , how wouldst thou have paid My better service , when my turpitude Thou
dost so crown with gold ! This blows my heart : If swift thought break it not , a ...
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Slave , soulless villain , dog ! O rarely base ! Cæs . Good queen , let us entreat
you . Cleo . O Cæsar , what a wounding shame is this ; That thou , vouchsafing
here to visit me , Doing the honor of thy lordliness To one so meek , that mine
own ...
Slave , soulless villain , dog ! O rarely base ! Cæs . Good queen , let us entreat
you . Cleo . O Cæsar , what a wounding shame is this ; That thou , vouchsafing
here to visit me , Doing the honor of thy lordliness To one so meek , that mine
own ...
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The villain would not stand me . 2 Lord . No ; but he fled forward still , toward your
face . [ Aside . 1 Lord . Stand you ! You have land enough of your own ; but he
added to your having ; gave you some ground . 2 Lord . As many inches as you ...
The villain would not stand me . 2 Lord . No ; but he fled forward still , toward your
face . [ Aside . 1 Lord . Stand you ! You have land enough of your own ; but he
added to your having ; gave you some ground . 2 Lord . As many inches as you ...
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Antony arms Attendants bear better blood bring brother Cæsar Cassio Cleo comes daughter dead dear death dost doth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair fall farewell father fear follow fool fortune friends give gods gone grace Hamlet hand hath head hear heart heaven hold honor I'll Iago Italy keep Kent kill king lady Lear leave light live look lord madam married master mean mother murder nature never night noble Nurse peace play poor Post pray prince Queen Rome Romeo SCENE serve soul speak stand sweet sword tears tell thank thee thine thing thou thou art thou hast thought true turn villain wife
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522 ページ - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus; but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and — as I may say — whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness. O! it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for...
511 ページ - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises ; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
561 ページ - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her,...
496 ページ - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine : But this eternal blazon ' must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
420 ページ - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she : Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it; cast it off...
520 ページ - For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause : there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under...
545 ページ - Excitements of my reason, and my blood, And let all sleep ? while, to my shame, I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy, and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds ; fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough, and continent, To hide the slain?— O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth ! [Exit.
398 ページ - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
587 ページ - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round...
660 ページ - I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme...