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... 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 their teeth The walls they'll tear down , than forsake the siege . Reig . I think , by some odd ...
... 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 their teeth The walls they'll tear down , than forsake the siege . Reig . I think , by some odd ...
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... leaving their clothes behind . Sold . I'll be so bold to take what they have left . The cry of Talbot serves me for a ... leave our beds , Hearing alarums at our chamber - doors . Bed . The day begins to break , and night is fled , Here ...
... leaving their clothes behind . Sold . I'll be so bold to take what they have left . The cry of Talbot serves me for a ... leave our beds , Hearing alarums at our chamber - doors . Bed . The day begins to break , and night is fled , Here ...
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... leave my followers here , to fight , and die ? Som . York lies ; he might have sent and had the My age was never tainted with such shame . horse : I owe him little duty , and less love : And take foul scorn , to fawn on him by sending ...
... leave my followers here , to fight , and die ? Som . York lies ; he might have sent and had the My age was never tainted with such shame . horse : I owe him little duty , and less love : And take foul scorn , to fawn on him by sending ...
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... leave to curse a while . York . Curse , miscreant , when thou comest to the stake . [ Exeunt . Alarums . Enter Suffolk , leading in Lady Mar- garet . Suff . Be what thou wilt , thou art my prisoner . [ Gazes on her . O fairest beauty ...
... leave to curse a while . York . Curse , miscreant , when thou comest to the stake . [ Exeunt . Alarums . Enter Suffolk , leading in Lady Mar- garet . Suff . Be what thou wilt , thou art my prisoner . [ Gazes on her . O fairest beauty ...
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... leave , I have deluded you ; Twas neither Charles , nor yet the duke I nam'd , But Reignier , king of Naples , that prevail'd . War . A married man ! that's most intolerable . York . Why , here's a girl ! I think , she knows not well ...
... leave , I have deluded you ; Twas neither Charles , nor yet the duke I nam'd , But Reignier , king of Naples , that prevail'd . War . A married man ! that's most intolerable . York . Why , here's a girl ! I think , she knows not well ...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: With a Life of the Poet ..., Volume 2 William Shakespeare Visualização completa - 1855 |
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Achilles Ajax Alarum Antony Apem Apemantus art thou bear blood brother Brutus Buck Cæsar Cassio Cleo Coriolanus Cres crown Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost doth duke Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fool friends Gent give Gloster gods grace hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iago Julius Cæsar Kent king lady Laertes Lear live look lord Lucius madam Marcius Mark Antony ne'er never night noble o'the Othello Pandarus Patroclus peace Pericles poor pr'ythee pray prince queen Rich Rome Romeo SCENE shalt soldiers Somerset soul speak stand Suff Suffolk sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast tongue Troilus Tybalt unto villain Warwick weep What's wilt words York
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Página 234 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
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Página 226 - 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.
Página 418 - GHOST. I am thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night; And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purg'd away. 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...
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Página 239 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!