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... hear , Camillo , I conjure thee , by all the parts of man , Which honour does acknowledge , whereof the least Is not this suit of mine , -that thou declare What incidency thou dost guess of harm Is creeping toward me ; how far off , how ...
... hear , Camillo , I conjure thee , by all the parts of man , Which honour does acknowledge , whereof the least Is not this suit of mine , -that thou declare What incidency thou dost guess of harm Is creeping toward me ; how far off , how ...
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... hear ! When she will take the rein , I let her run ; But she'll not stumble . Paul . Good my liege , I come , - And , I beseech you , hear me , who profess Myself your loyal servant , your physician , Your most obedient counsellor ; yet ...
... hear ! When she will take the rein , I let her run ; But she'll not stumble . Paul . Good my liege , I come , - And , I beseech you , hear me , who profess Myself your loyal servant , your physician , Your most obedient counsellor ; yet ...
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... hear this ; mistake me not ; -No ! life , I prize it not a straw : -but for mine honour , ( Which I would free , ) if I shall be condemn'd Upon surmises ; all proofs sleeping else , But what your jealousies awake ; I tell you , ' Tis ...
... hear this ; mistake me not ; -No ! life , I prize it not a straw : -but for mine honour , ( Which I would free , ) if I shall be condemn'd Upon surmises ; all proofs sleeping else , But what your jealousies awake ; I tell you , ' Tis ...
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... hear the pedler at the door , you would never dance again after a tabor and pipe ; no , the bagpipe could not move you : he sings several tunes , faster than you'll tell money ; he utters them as he had eaten ballads , and all men's ...
... hear the pedler at the door , you would never dance again after a tabor and pipe ; no , the bagpipe could not move you : he sings several tunes , faster than you'll tell money ; he utters them as he had eaten ballads , and all men's ...
Side 68
... hear ; ' tis in three parts . Dor . We had the tune on't a month ago . Aut . I can bear my part : you must know , ' tis my oc- cupation : have at it with you . SONG . A. Get you hence , for I must go , Where , it fits not you to know ...
... hear ; ' tis in three parts . Dor . We had the tune on't a month ago . Aut . I can bear my part : you must know , ' tis my oc- cupation : have at it with you . SONG . A. Get you hence , for I must go , Where , it fits not you to know ...
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Side 64 - I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, And own no other function : each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
Side 471 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast, Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge. And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes...
Side 470 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down.
Side 307 - 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, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Side 418 - tis no matter ; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? no : or an arm ? no : or take away the grief of a wound ? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then ? no. What is honour ? a word. What is in that word honour ? what is that honour ? air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it ? he that died o
Side 284 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
Side 408 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus' And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Side 63 - Say there be; Yet nature is made better by no mean, 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.
Side 148 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Side 307 - 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?