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Your beauty was the cause of that effect ; Your beauty , that did haunt me in my
sleep To undertake the death of all the world , So I might live one hour in your
sweet bosom . Anne . If I thought that , I tell thee , homicide , 125 These nails
should ...
Your beauty was the cause of that effect ; Your beauty , that did haunt me in my
sleep To undertake the death of all the world , So I might live one hour in your
sweet bosom . Anne . If I thought that , I tell thee , homicide , 125 These nails
should ...
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No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine , Unless it be while some tormenting
dream Affrights thee with a hell of ugly deyils ! Thou elvish - mark ' d , abortive ,
rooting hog ! Thou that wast seal ' d in thy nativity The slave of nature and the son
...
No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine , Unless it be while some tormenting
dream Affrights thee with a hell of ugly deyils ! Thou elvish - mark ' d , abortive ,
rooting hog ! Thou that wast seal ' d in thy nativity The slave of nature and the son
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I will not think but they ascend the sky , And there awake God ' s gentle - sleeping
peace . O Buckingham , take heed of yonder dog ! Look , when he fawns , he
bites ; and , when he bites , 290 His venom tooth will rankle to the death . Have
not ...
I will not think but they ascend the sky , And there awake God ' s gentle - sleeping
peace . O Buckingham , take heed of yonder dog ! Look , when he fawns , he
bites ; and , when he bites , 290 His venom tooth will rankle to the death . Have
not ...
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Keeper , I prithee sit by me awhile ; My soul is heavy , and I fain would sleep .
Brak . I will , my lord : God give your grace good rest ! 75 [ Clarence sleeps .
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours , Makes the night morning , and the
noon ...
Keeper , I prithee sit by me awhile ; My soul is heavy , and I fain would sleep .
Brak . I will , my lord : God give your grace good rest ! 75 [ Clarence sleeps .
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours , Makes the night morning , and the
noon ...
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What , shall we stab him as he sleeps ? 100 First Murd . No ; he ' ll say ' twas
done cowardly , when he wakes . Sec . Murd . Why , he shall never wake until the
great judgment - day . First Murd . Why , then he ' ll say we stabb ' d him sleeping .
What , shall we stab him as he sleeps ? 100 First Murd . No ; he ' ll say ' twas
done cowardly , when he wakes . Sec . Murd . Why , he shall never wake until the
great judgment - day . First Murd . Why , then he ' ll say we stabb ' d him sleeping .
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Страница 45 - But then I sigh, and with a piece of Scripture, Tell them — that God bids us do good for evil ; And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends, stolen forth of holy writ ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
Страница 8 - And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, — I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Страница 7 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Страница 7 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time...
Страница 6 - Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds, To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber, To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Страница 197 - By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard, Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers, Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
Страница 27 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long.
Страница 197 - I shall despair. — There is no creature loves me ; And if I die, no soul shall pity me : — Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself.
Страница vii - The Tragedy of King Richard the Third. Containing, His treacherous Plots against his brother Clarence : the pittiefull murther of his innocent nephewes : His tyrannicall vsurpation : with the whole course of his detested life, and most deserucd death. As it hath beene lately acted by the Right honourable the Lord Chamberlaine, his seruants.
Страница 49 - With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick ; Who cried aloud, " What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...