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... mean pirates , and then there is the peril of waters , winds , and rocks . Act I , Sc . 3 . Ant . The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose . An evil soul producing holy witness , Is like a villain with a smiling cheek , A goodly ...
... mean pirates , and then there is the peril of waters , winds , and rocks . Act I , Sc . 3 . Ant . The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose . An evil soul producing holy witness , Is like a villain with a smiling cheek , A goodly ...
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... means , warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer , as a Christian is ? If you prick us , do we not bleed ? if you tickle us , do we not laugh ? if you poison us , do we not die ? and if you wrong us , shall we not revenge ? If we ...
... means , warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer , as a Christian is ? If you prick us , do we not bleed ? if you tickle us , do we not laugh ? if you poison us , do we not die ? and if you wrong us , shall we not revenge ? If we ...
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... means whereby I live . Por . He is well paid that is well satisfied . Act 4 , Sc . I. Act 4 , Sc . I. Lor . How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit , and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft ...
... means whereby I live . Por . He is well paid that is well satisfied . Act 4 , Sc . I. Act 4 , Sc . I. Lor . How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit , and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft ...
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... means , and content , is without three good friends . -Act 3 , Sc . 2 . Touch . Thou art in a parlous state , shepherd . - Act 3 , Sc . 2 . Touch . Come , shepherd , let us make an honourable retreat ; though not with bag and baggage ...
... means , and content , is without three good friends . -Act 3 , Sc . 2 . Touch . Thou art in a parlous state , shepherd . - Act 3 , Sc . 2 . Touch . Come , shepherd , let us make an honourable retreat ; though not with bag and baggage ...
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... means to men most good , She looks upon them with a threatening eye . Pand . The hearts Of all his people shall revolt from him , Act 3 , Sc . 4 . And kiss the lips of unacquainted change . — Act 3 , Sc . 4 . Sal . Therefore , to be ...
... means to men most good , She looks upon them with a threatening eye . Pand . The hearts Of all his people shall revolt from him , Act 3 , Sc . 4 . And kiss the lips of unacquainted change . — Act 3 , Sc . 4 . Sal . Therefore , to be ...
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Page 108 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. 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.
Page 43 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Enough ; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Page 141 - I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it ; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth scapes i...
Page 110 - 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 120 - gainst self-slaughter! O God ! O God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden. That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
Page 79 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Page 145 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Page 33 - 11 begin it, — Ding, dong, bell. All. Ding, dong, bell. Bass. So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
Page 148 - 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.
Page 108 - 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. You all did see, that on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man.