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But it has the same intemperate course, is the same soulgoading passion which
wrings a noble nature to acts of revengeful cruelty; at which, under happier stars,
it would have shuddered, and which are no sooner committed than repented of.
But it has the same intemperate course, is the same soulgoading passion which
wrings a noble nature to acts of revengeful cruelty; at which, under happier stars,
it would have shuddered, and which are no sooner committed than repented of.
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... which no less adorns Our gentry, than our parents' noble names, In whose
success we are gentle,'—I beseech you, If you know aught which does behove
my knowledge Thereof to be informed, imprison it not In ignorant concealment.
Cam.
... which no less adorns Our gentry, than our parents' noble names, In whose
success we are gentle,'—I beseech you, If you know aught which does behove
my knowledge Thereof to be informed, imprison it not In ignorant concealment.
Cam.
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Please your ladyship To visit the next room, I'll presently Acquaint the queen of
your most noble offer; Who, but to-day, hammered of this design; But durst not
tempt a minister of honor, Lest she should be denied. Paul. Tell her, Emilia, I'll
use ...
Please your ladyship To visit the next room, I'll presently Acquaint the queen of
your most noble offer; Who, but to-day, hammered of this design; But durst not
tempt a minister of honor, Lest she should be denied. Paul. Tell her, Emilia, I'll
use ...
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If thou refuse, And wilt encounter with my wrath, say so; The bastard brains with
these my proper hands Shall I dash out. Go, take it to the fire; For thou sett'st on
thy wife. Ant. I did not, sir. These lords, my noble fellows, if they please, Can clear
...
If thou refuse, And wilt encounter with my wrath, say so; The bastard brains with
these my proper hands Shall I dash out. Go, take it to the fire; For thou sett'st on
thy wife. Ant. I did not, sir. These lords, my noble fellows, if they please, Can clear
...
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Alas, I have showed too much The rashness of a woman: he is touched To the
noble heart.—What's gone and what's past help, Should be past grief. Do not
receive affliction At my petition, I beseech you ; rather Let me be punished, that
have ...
Alas, I have showed too much The rashness of a woman: he is touched To the
noble heart.—What's gone and what's past help, Should be past grief. Do not
receive affliction At my petition, I beseech you ; rather Let me be punished, that
have ...
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THE DRAMATIC WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE; ILLISTRATED: EMBRACING A LIFE OF ... Vista completa - 1851 |
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Página 206 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed time; for from this instant There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys: renown and grace is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Página 319 - I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?
Página 198 - 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...
Página 65 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Página 445 - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world: And for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; My soul the father: and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts, And these same thoughts people this little world, In humours like the people of this world, For no thought is contented.
Página 552 - Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : — this earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.