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... heart . Thy heart - blood I will have for this day's work . May . I'll call for clubs , ' if you will not away This cardinal is more haughty than the devil . Glo . Mayor , farewell : thou dost but what thou may'st . Win . Abominable ...
... heart . Thy heart - blood I will have for this day's work . May . I'll call for clubs , ' if you will not away This cardinal is more haughty than the devil . Glo . Mayor , farewell : thou dost but what thou may'st . Win . Abominable ...
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... heart. Char . Now shine it like a comet of revenge , A prophet to the fall of all our foes ! Alen . Defer no time , Delays have dangerous ends ; Enter , and cry - The Dauphin ; -presently , And then do execution on the watch . [ They ...
... heart. Char . Now shine it like a comet of revenge , A prophet to the fall of all our foes ! Alen . Defer no time , Delays have dangerous ends ; Enter , and cry - The Dauphin ; -presently , And then do execution on the watch . [ They ...
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... heart , First to my God , and next unto your grace . Ascribes the glory of his conquest got , K. Hen . Is this the lord Talbot , uncle Gloster , That hath so long been resident in France ? Glo . Yes , if it please your majesty , my ...
... heart , First to my God , and next unto your grace . Ascribes the glory of his conquest got , K. Hen . Is this the lord Talbot , uncle Gloster , That hath so long been resident in France ? Glo . Yes , if it please your majesty , my ...
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... heart , Never yet taint with love , I send the king . Suff . And this withal . Mar. That for thyself ; -I will not so presume , [ Kisses her . To send such peevish ' tokens to a king . [ Exeunt Reignier and Margaret . Suf . O , wert ...
... heart , Never yet taint with love , I send the king . Suff . And this withal . Mar. That for thyself ; -I will not so presume , [ Kisses her . To send such peevish ' tokens to a king . [ Exeunt Reignier and Margaret . Suf . O , wert ...
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... heart doth minister . How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe ? And hath his highness in his infancy Been ... heart's content.- Razing the characters of your renown ; ' Lords , with one cheerful voice welcome my love . Defacing ...
... heart doth minister . How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe ? And hath his highness in his infancy Been ... heart's content.- Razing the characters of your renown ; ' Lords , with one cheerful voice welcome my love . Defacing ...
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Page 133 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 426 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this.
Page 441 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Page 133 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Page 426 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing ! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her...
Page 240 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Page 445 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me ! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity a while, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Page 392 - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice: Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear; at which he starts, and wakes ; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
Page 240 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: who, though he had no hand in his death , shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth ; As which of you shall not ? With this I depart ; That, as I slew my bes't lover" for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Page 461 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse, steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands : But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed, Oth.