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... true - born gentleman , And stands upon the honour of his birth , If he suppose that I have pleaded truth , From off this brier pluck a white rose with me . Som . Let him that is no coward , nor no flatterer , But dare maintain the ...
... true - born gentleman , And stands upon the honour of his birth , If he suppose that I have pleaded truth , From off this brier pluck a white rose with me . Som . Let him that is no coward , nor no flatterer , But dare maintain the ...
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... true Plantagenet , And for alliance ' sake , -declare the cause My father , earl of Cambridge , lost his head . Mor . That cause , fair nephew , that imprison'd me , And hath detain'd me , all my flow'ring youth , Within a loathsome ...
... true Plantagenet , And for alliance ' sake , -declare the cause My father , earl of Cambridge , lost his head . Mor . That cause , fair nephew , that imprison'd me , And hath detain'd me , all my flow'ring youth , Within a loathsome ...
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... true , not that alone , But all the whole inheritance I give , That doth belong unto the house of York , From whence you spring by lineal descent . Plan . Thy humble servant vows obedience , And humble service , till the point of death ...
... true , not that alone , But all the whole inheritance I give , That doth belong unto the house of York , From whence you spring by lineal descent . Plan . Thy humble servant vows obedience , And humble service , till the point of death ...
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... True , madam , none at all . What call papers Away with them ; let them be clapp'd up close , And kept asunder : -You , madam , shall with us : - Stafford , take her to thee . [ Ex . Duch from above . We'll see your trinkets here all ...
... True , madam , none at all . What call papers Away with them ; let them be clapp'd up close , And kept asunder : -You , madam , shall with us : - Stafford , take her to thee . [ Ex . Duch from above . We'll see your trinkets here all ...
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... true , forsooth ; and many time and oft * ( 1 ) Fence is the art of defence . * Myself have heard a voice to call him so . Car . What , art thou lame ? Simp . Ay , God Almighty help me ! Suff . How cam'st thou so ? Simp . Wife . A plum ...
... true , forsooth ; and many time and oft * ( 1 ) Fence is the art of defence . * Myself have heard a voice to call him so . Car . What , art thou lame ? Simp . Ay , God Almighty help me ! Suff . How cam'st thou so ? Simp . Wife . A plum ...
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Sida 256 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Sida 406 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Sida 370 - 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 into a hundred thousand flaws, Or ere I'll weep : — O, fool, I shall go mad ! {Exeunt LEAR, GLOSTER, KENT, and Fool.
Sida 133 - 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!
Sida 420 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!
Sida 240 - That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on ; I tell you that which you yourselves do know ; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me : But were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Csesar, that...
Sida 432 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that neither having the accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Sida 159 - 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 : For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue : If you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright...
Sida 227 - And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now cull out a holiday ? And do you now strew flowers in his way, That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Sida 394 - Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...