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... thou here seest put , It was for gentle Shakespeare cut ; Wherein the Graver ... Art Can dye , and live to acte a second part . That's but an Exit of ... thou art proofe against them , and , indeed , Above th ' ill fortune of them , or ...
... thou here seest put , It was for gentle Shakespeare cut ; Wherein the Graver ... Art Can dye , and live to acte a second part . That's but an Exit of ... thou art proofe against them , and , indeed , Above th ' ill fortune of them , or ...
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... thy Buskin tread And shake a Stage : Or , when thy Sockes were on , Leave thee alone for the comparison Of all that insolent Greece or haughtie Rome Sent forth , or since did from their ashes come . Triumph , my Britaine ! thou hast one ...
... thy Buskin tread And shake a Stage : Or , when thy Sockes were on , Leave thee alone for the comparison Of all that insolent Greece or haughtie Rome Sent forth , or since did from their ashes come . Triumph , my Britaine ! thou hast one ...
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... art a votary to fond desire ? Once more adieu : my father at the road Expects my coming , there to see me shipp'd ... Thou , Julia , thou hast metamorphos'd me ; Made me neglect my studies , lose my time , War with good counsel , set the ...
... art a votary to fond desire ? Once more adieu : my father at the road Expects my coming , there to see me shipp'd ... Thou , Julia , thou hast metamorphos'd me ; Made me neglect my studies , lose my time , War with good counsel , set the ...
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... thy master is shipped , and thou art to post after with oare . What's the matter ? why weep'st thou , man ? Away , ass ; you'll lose the tide if you tarry any longer . LAUN . It is no matter if the tied were lost ; for it is the ...
... thy master is shipped , and thou art to post after with oare . What's the matter ? why weep'st thou , man ? Away , ass ; you'll lose the tide if you tarry any longer . LAUN . It is no matter if the tied were lost ; for it is the ...
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... thou shalt have five thousand welcomes . But , sirrah , how did thy master part with madam Julia ? LAUN . Marry ... art thou ! I understand thee not . LAUN . What a block art thou , that thou canst not ! My staff understands me . SPEED ...
... thou shalt have five thousand welcomes . But , sirrah , how did thy master part with madam Julia ? LAUN . Marry ... art thou ! I understand thee not . LAUN . What a block art thou , that thou canst not ! My staff understands me . SPEED ...
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Page 471 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Page 374 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Page 310 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Page 168 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Page 3 - I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, "Would he had blotted a thousand," which they thought a malevolent speech.