Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. Richard II. Henry IV, pt. 1Hilliard, Gray,, 1836 |
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... bastard.- Thou dotard [ TO ANTIGONUS . ] thou art woman - tired , 3 unroosted By thy dame Partlet here . - Take up the bastard ; Take't up , I say ; give't to thy crone . * Paul . Unvenerable be thy hands , if thou Forever Tak'st up the ...
... bastard.- Thou dotard [ TO ANTIGONUS . ] thou art woman - tired , 3 unroosted By thy dame Partlet here . - Take up the bastard ; Take't up , I say ; give't to thy crone . * Paul . Unvenerable be thy hands , if thou Forever Tak'st up the ...
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... 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 me in't . 1 Lord . We can ; my ...
... 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 me in't . 1 Lord . We can ; my ...
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... bastard's life , -for ' tis a bastard , So sure as this beard's gray , ' - what will you adventure To save this brat's life ? Ant . Any thing , my lord , That my ability may undergo , And nobleness impose . At least , thus much ; I'll ...
... bastard's life , -for ' tis a bastard , So sure as this beard's gray , ' - what will you adventure To save this brat's life ? Ant . Any thing , my lord , That my ability may undergo , And nobleness impose . At least , thus much ; I'll ...
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... bastard by Polixenes , And I but dreamed it . - As you were past all shame , ( Those of your fact are so , ) so past all truth ; 2 Which to deny , concerns more than avails ; for as Thy brat hath been cast out , like to itself , No ...
... bastard by Polixenes , And I but dreamed it . - As you were past all shame , ( Those of your fact are so , ) so past all truth ; 2 Which to deny , concerns more than avails ; for as Thy brat hath been cast out , like to itself , No ...
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... bastards . Of that kind Our rustic garden's barren ; and I care not To get slips of them . Pol . Do you neglect them ? Per . Wherefore , gentle maiden , For I have heard it said , There is an art , which , in their piedness , shares ...
... bastards . Of that kind Our rustic garden's barren ; and I care not To get slips of them . Pol . Do you neglect them ? Per . Wherefore , gentle maiden , For I have heard it said , There is an art , which , in their piedness , shares ...
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Page 189 - 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 408 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Page 354 - 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.
Page 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...
Page 195 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know How tender...
Page 188 - The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Page 194 - Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other.
Page 253 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Page 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.
Page 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.