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My lord, your son, drew on my master. Queen. Ha! No harm, I trust, is done ? Pis.
There might have been, But that my master rather play'd than fought, And had no
help of anger : they were parted By gentlemen at hand. Queen. I am very glad ...
My lord, your son, drew on my master. Queen. Ha! No harm, I trust, is done ? Pis.
There might have been, But that my master rather play'd than fought, And had no
help of anger : they were parted By gentlemen at hand. Queen. I am very glad ...
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Why came you from your master ? Pis. On his command : He would not suffer me
To bring him to the haven : left these notes Of what commands I should be
subject to, When it pleas'd you to employ me. Queen. This hath been Your faithful
...
Why came you from your master ? Pis. On his command : He would not suffer me
To bring him to the haven : left these notes Of what commands I should be
subject to, When it pleas'd you to employ me. Queen. This hath been Your faithful
...
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I am the master of my speeches ; and would undergo what's spoken, I swear.
Post. Will you ? — I shall but lend my diamond till your return : — Let there be
covenants drawn between us : My mistress exceeds in goodness the hugeness
of your ...
I am the master of my speeches ; and would undergo what's spoken, I swear.
Post. Will you ? — I shall but lend my diamond till your return : — Let there be
covenants drawn between us : My mistress exceeds in goodness the hugeness
of your ...
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... Queen, Ladies, and CORNELIUS. Queen. Whiles yet the dew's on ground,
gather those flowers ; Make haste : Who has the note of them ? 1 Lady. I, madam.
Queen. Despatch. — [Exeunt Ladies. Now, master doctor ; have 23 CYMBELINE.
... Queen, Ladies, and CORNELIUS. Queen. Whiles yet the dew's on ground,
gather those flowers ; Make haste : Who has the note of them ? 1 Lady. I, madam.
Queen. Despatch. — [Exeunt Ladies. Now, master doctor ; have 23 CYMBELINE.
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Queen. Despatch. — [Exeunt Ladies. Now, master doctor ; have you brought
those drugs ? Cor. Pleaseth your highness, ay ; here they are, madam : [
Presenting a small box. But I beseech your grace, (without offence ; My
conscience bids me ...
Queen. Despatch. — [Exeunt Ladies. Now, master doctor ; have you brought
those drugs ? Cor. Pleaseth your highness, ay ; here they are, madam : [
Presenting a small box. But I beseech your grace, (without offence ; My
conscience bids me ...
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Page 197 - Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me : But Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill ; Did this in Caesar seem ambitious ? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept. Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man.
Page 197 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest (For Brutus is an honourable man, So are they all, all honourable men) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Page 198 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Page 200 - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors
Page 149 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Page 198 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins in his sacred blood, Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue.
Page 201 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit...
Page 236 - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He, only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle; and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world, This was a man!
Page 151 - Would he were fatter : — But I fear him not : Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men...
Page 192 - Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy — Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue — A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy ; Blood and destruction shall be so in use And dreadful objects so familiar That mothers shall but smile when they behold Their infants quartered with the hands of war; All pity choked with custom of fell...
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| Title | The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 10 The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 27 Dec 2006 |
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