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Achilles Act III AJAX answer Antony Appears arms Attendants bear better blood bring brother Brutus CÆS Cæsar Cassius cause CLEO comes command CRES dead death doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall father fear fight follow fortune friends give gods gone hand hast hath head hear heart heaven Hector Henry hold Holinshed honour Italy keep king lady leave live look lord MACB Macbeth madam Marcius Mark master mean meet mind mother nature never night noble once peace play poor Post pray present prince queen Roman Rome SCENE sense SERV Shakspere sleep soldier speak spirit stand strange sweet sword tell thee THER thing thou thought Troilus true Ulyss worthy
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Page 17 - 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...
Page 288 - 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. For her own person, It beggar'd all description...
Page 18 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Page 15 - The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Page 232 - 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, 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...
Page 19 - Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know How tender...
Page 35 - Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams, That shake us nightly: Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstacy.
Page 229 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke ; But here I am to speak what I do know.
Page 64 - Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart? Doct. Therein the patient Must minister to himself.
Page 41 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M.
Bibliographic information
| Title | Tragedies Volume 3 of The Stratford Shakspere, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Charles Knight |
| Publisher | D. Appleton, 1876 |
| Original from | Princeton University |
| Digitized | 15 Feb 2008 |
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