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Pagina 214
... Queene that bore thee , Oftner upon her knees , then on her feet , Dy'de every day she liv'd . Fare thee well , These Evils thou repeat'st upon thy selfe , Hath banish'd me from Scotland . O my Brest , Thy hope ends heere . Mal ...
... Queene that bore thee , Oftner upon her knees , then on her feet , Dy'de every day she liv'd . Fare thee well , These Evils thou repeat'st upon thy selfe , Hath banish'd me from Scotland . O my Brest , Thy hope ends heere . Mal ...
Pagina 231
... Queene ; Who ( as ' tis thought ) by selfe and violent hands , Tooke off her life . This , and what needfull else That call's upon us , by the Grace of Grace , We will performe in measure , time , and place : So thankes to all at once ...
... Queene ; Who ( as ' tis thought ) by selfe and violent hands , Tooke off her life . This , and what needfull else That call's upon us , by the Grace of Grace , We will performe in measure , time , and place : So thankes to all at once ...
Pagina 264
... Queene . Amen . Enter Polonius . Pol . Th'Ambassadors from Norwey , my good Lord , Are joyfully return'd . King . Thou still hast bin the Father of good Newes . Pol . Have I , my Lord ? Assure you , my good Liege , I hold my dutie , as ...
... Queene . Amen . Enter Polonius . Pol . Th'Ambassadors from Norwey , my good Lord , Are joyfully return'd . King . Thou still hast bin the Father of good Newes . Pol . Have I , my Lord ? Assure you , my good Liege , I hold my dutie , as ...
Pagina 267
... Queene heere , think , If I had playd the Deske or Table - booke , Or given my heart a winking , mute and dumbe , Or look'd upon this Love , with idle sight , What might you thinke ? No , I went round to worke , And ( my yong Mistris ) ...
... Queene heere , think , If I had playd the Deske or Table - booke , Or given my heart a winking , mute and dumbe , Or look'd upon this Love , with idle sight , What might you thinke ? No , I went round to worke , And ( my yong Mistris ) ...
Pagina 271
... Queene have sent for you . Rosin . To what end my Lord ? Ham . That you must teach me : but let mee conjure you by the rights of our fellowship , by the consonancy of our youth , by the Obligation of our ever - preserved love , and by ...
... Queene have sent for you . Rosin . To what end my Lord ? Ham . That you must teach me : but let mee conjure you by the rights of our fellowship , by the consonancy of our youth , by the Obligation of our ever - preserved love , and by ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 106 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Pagina 299 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.
Pagina 123 - 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.
Pagina 329 - No, faith, not a jot ; but to follow him thither with modesty . enough, and likelihood to lead it : as thus : Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth...
Pagina 134 - Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers ; shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ? And sell the mighty space of our large honors, For so much trash, as may be grasped thus?
Pagina 126 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Pagina 175 - 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?
Pagina 100 - Caesar must bleed for it. And, gentle friends, Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully; Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds...
Pagina 285 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Pagina 124 - 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...