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... poor scare - crowe , at London an asse ; If lowsie is Lucy , as some volke miscalle it , Then Lucy is lowsie , whatever befall it ; He thinks himself greate , Yet an asse in his state , We allow by his ears but with asses to mate . If ...
... poor scare - crowe , at London an asse ; If lowsie is Lucy , as some volke miscalle it , Then Lucy is lowsie , whatever befall it ; He thinks himself greate , Yet an asse in his state , We allow by his ears but with asses to mate . If ...
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... poor and single business , to contend Against those honours deep and broad , wherewith Your majesty loads our house : For those of old , And the late dignities heap'd up to them , We rest your hermits.2 Dun . Where's the thane of Cawdor ...
... poor and single business , to contend Against those honours deep and broad , wherewith Your majesty loads our house : For those of old , And the late dignities heap'd up to them , We rest your hermits.2 Dun . Where's the thane of Cawdor ...
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... poor cat i ' the adage ? 1 Prithee , peace : Macb . I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more , is none . Lady M. What beast was ' t then , That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it , then you were a ...
... poor cat i ' the adage ? 1 Prithee , peace : Macb . I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more , is none . Lady M. What beast was ' t then , That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it , then you were a ...
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... poor malice Remains in danger of her former tooth . But let the frame of things disjoint , both the worlds suffer , Ere we will eat our meal in fear , and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams , That shake us nightly : Better ...
... poor malice Remains in danger of her former tooth . But let the frame of things disjoint , both the worlds suffer , Ere we will eat our meal in fear , and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams , That shake us nightly : Better ...
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... poor wren , The most diminutive of birds , will fight , Her young ones in her nest , against the owl . All is the fear , and nothing is the love ; As little is the wisdom , where the flight So runs against all reason . Rosse . My ...
... poor wren , The most diminutive of birds , will fight , Her young ones in her nest , against the owl . All is the fear , and nothing is the love ; As little is the wisdom , where the flight So runs against all reason . Rosse . My ...
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Alarum Anne Anne Hathaway Antony arms art thou Banquo Bast bear blood brother Brutus Buck Buckingham Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassius Catesby Clar Clarence cousin crown curse dauphin dead death Decius deed didst dost doth Duch duke duke of York Edward Eliz enemy England English Exeunt Exit eyes fair father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France French friends gentle give Gloster grace hand Harfleur hath hear heart heaven Henry honour Hubert John Julius Cæsar Lady liege live look lord lord Hastings Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam majesty Mark Antony means mother Murd murther never night noble peace Pist pray prince queen Rich Richard Rome Rosse royal SCENE Shakspeare sleep soldier sorrow soul speak sword tell thane thee thine thou art thou hast Titinius to-morrow tongue unto Witch word
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Página 352 - Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council ; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Página 373 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Página 372 - Who is here so base, that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude , that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile, that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Página 159 - Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts ; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil...
Página 22 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly. If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Página 372 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause ; and be silent, that you may hear : believe me for mine honour ; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom ; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If, then, that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer, — not that I loved Caesar less, but...
Página 22 - Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek...
Página 25 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Página 113 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
Página 63 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.