Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. King Richard II. King Henry IV., part I |
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S. 0 , sir , upon her nose , all o'er embellished with rubies , carbuncles , sapphires , declining their rich aspect to the hot breath of Spain ; who sent whole armadas . of carracks to be ballast at her nose .
S. 0 , sir , upon her nose , all o'er embellished with rubies , carbuncles , sapphires , declining their rich aspect to the hot breath of Spain ; who sent whole armadas . of carracks to be ballast at her nose .
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Fare thee well , lord : I would not be the villain that thou think'st For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp , And the rich East to boot . Mal . Be not offended : I speak not as in absolute fear of you .
Fare thee well , lord : I would not be the villain that thou think'st For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp , And the rich East to boot . Mal . Be not offended : I speak not as in absolute fear of you .
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Ha , majesty ! how high thy glory towers , When the rich blood of kings is set on fire ? 0 , now doth death line his dead chaps with steel ; The swords of soldiers are his teeth , his fangs ; And now he feasts , mouthing the flesh of ...
Ha , majesty ! how high thy glory towers , When the rich blood of kings is set on fire ? 0 , now doth death line his dead chaps with steel ; The swords of soldiers are his teeth , his fangs ; And now he feasts , mouthing the flesh of ...
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... now by us besieg'd , ) Find liable to our crown and dignity , Shall gild her bridal bed ; and make her rich In titles , honours , and promotions , As she in beauty , education , blood , Holds hand with any princess of the world .
... now by us besieg'd , ) Find liable to our crown and dignity , Shall gild her bridal bed ; and make her rich In titles , honours , and promotions , As she in beauty , education , blood , Holds hand with any princess of the world .
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... For we'll create young Arthur duke of Bretagne , And earl of Richmond ; and this rich fair town We'll make him lord of .-- Call the lady Constance ; Some speedy messenger bid her repair To our solemnity :-) trust we shall , If not ...
... For we'll create young Arthur duke of Bretagne , And earl of Richmond ; and this rich fair town We'll make him lord of .-- Call the lady Constance ; Some speedy messenger bid her repair To our solemnity :-) trust we shall , If not ...
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Page 149 - Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Page 98 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries ' Thus thou must do, if thou have it; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
Page 112 - 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...
Page 503 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will, not suffer it: — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Page 351 - Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills; And yet not so, for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Page 93 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion...
Page 141 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end: but now, they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools: This is more strange Than such a murder is.
Page 503 - tis no matter; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is honour? A word. What is that word honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it? He that died o
Page 251 - Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; But you, at your sick service, had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love, And call it cunning. Do, an' if you will ; If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, Why, then you must. Will you put out mine eyes ? These eyes that never did, nor never shall, So much as frown on you ? Hub.
Page 290 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
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| Title | Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. King Richard II. King Henry IV., part I Volume 4 of The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq., with a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes from the Most Eminent Commentators, a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Alexander Chalmers |
| Illustrated by | Henry Fuseli |
| Publisher | J. Nichols, 1811 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 27 Dec 2006 |
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