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... honour you . MIRA . To weep at what I am glad of . PRO . ( Aside ) . I am a fool Fair encounter Of two most rare affections ! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between them ! FER . Wherefore weep you ? MIRA . At mine unworthiness ...
... honour you . MIRA . To weep at what I am glad of . PRO . ( Aside ) . I am a fool Fair encounter Of two most rare affections ! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between them ! FER . Wherefore weep you ? MIRA . At mine unworthiness ...
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... honour , And in the greatness of my word , you die . [ Exeunt DUKE FREDERICK and Lords . CEL . O my poor Rosalind ! whither wilt thou go ? Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine . I charge thee , be not thou more griev'd than ...
... honour , And in the greatness of my word , you die . [ Exeunt DUKE FREDERICK and Lords . CEL . O my poor Rosalind ! whither wilt thou go ? Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine . I charge thee , be not thou more griev'd than ...
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... honour'd Lancaster , Hast thou , according to thy oath and band , Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son , Here to make good the boisterous late appeal , Which then our leisure would not let us hear , Against the Duke of Norfolk ...
... honour'd Lancaster , Hast thou , according to thy oath and band , Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son , Here to make good the boisterous late appeal , Which then our leisure would not let us hear , Against the Duke of Norfolk ...
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... Which fear , not reverence , makes thee to except : If guilty dread have left thee so much strength As to take up mine honour's pawn , then stoop ; By that , and all the rites of knighthood else 86 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
... Which fear , not reverence , makes thee to except : If guilty dread have left thee so much strength As to take up mine honour's pawn , then stoop ; By that , and all the rites of knighthood else 86 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
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... honour is my life ; both grow in one ; Take honour from me , and my life is done : Then , dear my liege , mine honour let me try : In that I live and for that will I die . K. RICH . Cousin , throw down your gage : do you begin . BOLING ...
... honour is my life ; both grow in one ; Take honour from me , and my life is done : Then , dear my liege , mine honour let me try : In that I live and for that will I die . K. RICH . Cousin , throw down your gage : do you begin . BOLING ...
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Page 199 - That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Page 197 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all : to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Page 155 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
Page 214 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Page 221 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Page 124 - This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him ; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 217 - 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 Cry "God for Harry, England, and Saint George!
Page 154 - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Page 208 - For within the hollow crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps death his court: and there the antick 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!
Page 192 - Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. O, that that earth which kept the world in awe Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw!