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... amity , true love , Between our kingdoms , and our royal felves ; And even
before this truce , but new before , No longer than we well could wash our hands ,
To clap this royal bargain up of peace , Heaven knows , they were besmear'd and
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... amity , true love , Between our kingdoms , and our royal felves ; And even
before this truce , but new before , No longer than we well could wash our hands ,
To clap this royal bargain up of peace , Heaven knows , they were besmear'd and
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Lo , now ! now see the issue of your peace ! K. Phi . Patience , good lady ! comfort
, gentle Constance ! Conft . No , I defy all counsel , all redress , But that which
ends all counsel , true redress , Death , Death , death :-( amiable lovely death !
Lo , now ! now see the issue of your peace ! K. Phi . Patience , good lady ! comfort
, gentle Constance ! Conft . No , I defy all counsel , all redress , But that which
ends all counsel , true redress , Death , Death , death :-( amiable lovely death !
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Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen , Even to that drop ten thousand
wiry friends Do glew themselves in sociable grief ; Like true , inseparable , faithful
loves , Sticking together in calamity . Const . To England , if you will . K. Pbi , Bind
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Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen , Even to that drop ten thousand
wiry friends Do glew themselves in sociable grief ; Like true , inseparable , faithful
loves , Sticking together in calamity . Const . To England , if you will . K. Pbi , Bind
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Whoever spoke it , it is true , my lord . Lew . Well ; keep good quarter , and good
care to - night : The day shall not be up so soon as I , To try the fair adventure of
to - morrow . [ Exeunt . SCENE VÍ . An open place in the neighbourhood of ...
Whoever spoke it , it is true , my lord . Lew . Well ; keep good quarter , and good
care to - night : The day shall not be up so soon as I , To try the fair adventure of
to - morrow . [ Exeunt . SCENE VÍ . An open place in the neighbourhood of ...
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My lord , ' tis true : you were in presence then ; And you can witness with me , this
is true . Surry . As false , by heaven , as heaven itself is true . Filz . Surry , thou lieft
. Surry . Dishonourable boy ! That lie shall lie fo heavy on my sword , That it ...
My lord , ' tis true : you were in presence then ; And you can witness with me , this
is true . Surry . As false , by heaven , as heaven itself is true . Filz . Surry , thou lieft
. Surry . Dishonourable boy ! That lie shall lie fo heavy on my sword , That it ...
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Seite 73 - 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.
Seite 21 - With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. [A bell rings. I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Seite 16 - Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued against The deep damnation of his taking-off; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Seite 49 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Seite 91 - 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.
Seite 57 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Seite 16 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Seite 20 - 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?
Seite 23 - How is't with me, when every noise appals me ? What hands are here ? ha ! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Seite 16 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...