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DE ED, DE E D S.
- To do this deed, Promotion follows: If I could find example Of thousands, that had struck anointed kings, And Aourilh'd after, I'd not do't.
Winter's Tale, A. 1, S. 2.
It is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds; Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change ; . Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung, The beggar's nurse and Cæsar's.
Antony and Cleopatra, A. 5, S. 2. :
How he glisters Through my dark rust! and how his piety Does my deeds make the blacker!
Winter's Tale, A. 3, S. 2.
O, such a deed, As from the body of contraction plucks The very soul; and sweet religion makes A rhapsody of words. Hamlet, A. 3, S.4.
- What ! gone without a word? Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak; For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it.
Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 2, S. 2.
By my hopes,
More daring, or more bold, is now alive,
Henry IV. P. 1, A. 5, S. i.
Richard III. A. I, §. 2.
The time will come, ., That I shall make this northern youth exchange His glorious deeds for my indignities. , Percy is but my factor, good my lord, To ingross up glorious deeds on my behalf.
1. Henry IV. P. I, A. 3, S. 2. How oft the fight of means to do ill deeds, Makes deeds ill done? Hadest not thou been A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd, Quoted, and fign'd, to do a deed of shame, This murder had not come into my mind.
King John, A. 4, S. 2. This is the man should do the bloody deed;'. . The image of a wicked heinous fault Lives in his eye; that close aspect of his Does shew the mood of a much-troubled breast.
King John, A. 4, S. 2. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up · To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
They, that have done this deed, are honourable ;
Merchant of Venice, A. 5, S. 1.
Who shall believe,
As a false favourite doth his prince's name,
Much ado about nothing, A. 5, S. 1.
Henry IV. P. 2, A. 1, S. 1. If thou dost slander her, and torture me, Never pray more : abandon all remorse; On horror's head, horrors accumulate; Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz'd; For nothing canst thou to damnation add, Greater than that.'
Othello, A. 3, S. 3.
I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Othello, A. 5, S. 2.