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But she is dead . SONG , Jul . ' Twere false , if I should speak it ; Who is Silvia ? what is she , For , I am sure , she is not buried . Aside . That all our swains commend her ? Sil . Say , that she be ; yet Valentine , thy friend ...
But she is dead . SONG , Jul . ' Twere false , if I should speak it ; Who is Silvia ? what is she , For , I am sure , she is not buried . Aside . That all our swains commend her ? Sil . Say , that she be ; yet Valentine , thy friend ...
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Lethim die : but , first , sheath thy impatience ; he has pray his Pible vell , dat he is no come ; by gar , throw cold water on thy choler : go about the fields Jack Rugby , he is dead already , if he be come . with me through Frogmore ...
Lethim die : but , first , sheath thy impatience ; he has pray his Pible vell , dat he is no come ; by gar , throw cold water on thy choler : go about the fields Jack Rugby , he is dead already , if he be come . with me through Frogmore ...
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Your daughter here the princes left for dead ; Beat . Do not swear by it , and eat it . Let her awhile be secretly keptin , Bene . I will swear by it , that you love me ; and I will And publish it , that she is dead indeed : make him ...
Your daughter here the princes left for dead ; Beat . Do not swear by it , and eat it . Let her awhile be secretly keptin , Bene . I will swear by it , that you love me ; and I will And publish it , that she is dead indeed : make him ...
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I must write down -- the prince's officer , coxcomb.say , she is dead ; and so , farewell ! ( Exeunt . Come , bind them - Thou naughty varlet ! Con , Away ! you are an ass , you are an ass ! SCENE II . - A Prison . Dogb .
I must write down -- the prince's officer , coxcomb.say , she is dead ; and so , farewell ! ( Exeunt . Come , bind them - Thou naughty varlet ! Con , Away ! you are an ass , you are an ass ! SCENE II . - A Prison . Dogb .
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BullJove , sir , had an aniable low ; Graves , yawn , and yield your dead , And some such strange bull leapt your father's cow , Till death be uttered , And got a calf in that same noble feat , Ileavily , heavily !
BullJove , sir , had an aniable low ; Graves , yawn , and yield your dead , And some such strange bull leapt your father's cow , Till death be uttered , And got a calf in that same noble feat , Ileavily , heavily !
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Page 365 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more ; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war...
Page 253 - 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 365 - That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you ! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,* Straining upon the start. The game's afoot ; Follow your spirit : and, upon this charge,...
Page 305 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, — His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience ; — That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Page 287 - 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 265 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 252 - We still have judgement here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor. This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Bibliographic information
| Title | The Dramatic Works of Shakspeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | Fleischer, 1824 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 30 Dec 2006 |
| Length | 830 pages |
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