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He was likewise a justice of the peace , and at one time a man of considerable property . This last , however , appears to have been lost by some means , in the latter part of his life . His wife was the daughter and heiress of Robert ...
He was likewise a justice of the peace , and at one time a man of considerable property . This last , however , appears to have been lost by some means , in the latter part of his life . His wife was the daughter and heiress of Robert ...
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You are a counsellor ; if you can command these elements to silence , and work the peace of the present !, we will not hand a rope more ; use your authority . If you cannot , give thanks you have lived so long , and make yourself ready ...
You are a counsellor ; if you can command these elements to silence , and work the peace of the present !, we will not hand a rope more ; use your authority . If you cannot , give thanks you have lived so long , and make yourself ready ...
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Pr'ythee , peace . Seb . He receives comfort like cold porridge . Ant . The visitor will not give him o'er so . Seb . Look , he's winding up the watch of his wit ; by and by it will strike . Gon . Šir . Seb . One : - -Tell . Gon .
Pr'ythee , peace . Seb . He receives comfort like cold porridge . Ant . The visitor will not give him o'er so . Seb . Look , he's winding up the watch of his wit ; by and by it will strike . Gon . Šir . Seb . One : - -Tell . Gon .
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Priythee , peace . Seb . You were kneel'd to , and importun'd otherwise By all of us ; and the fair soul herself Weigh'd , between lothness and obedience , at Which end o ' the beam she'd bow . We have lost your son , I fear , for ever ...
Priythee , peace . Seb . You were kneel'd to , and importun'd otherwise By all of us ; and the fair soul herself Weigh'd , between lothness and obedience , at Which end o ' the beam she'd bow . We have lost your son , I fear , for ever ...
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... have Incens'd the seas and shores , yea , all'the creatur Against your peace : Thee , of thy son , Alonso , They have bereft ; and do pronounce by me , ( 1 ) Down , Aside . your strength on . ran . They vanish'd strangely : b .
... have Incens'd the seas and shores , yea , all'the creatur Against your peace : Thee , of thy son , Alonso , They have bereft ; and do pronounce by me , ( 1 ) Down , Aside . your strength on . ran . They vanish'd strangely : b .
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Page 71 - gainst my fury Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
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Page 71 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions ? and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art ? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, Yet, with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury • Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance...
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| Title | The Plays of William Shakspeare, Volume 1 The Plays of William Shakspeare, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | H. S. Carey and I. Lea, 1822 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 29 Dec 2006 |
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