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Act II All's bear beauty beſt better blood cauſe character Coriolanus doth Duke Earl earth excellence eyes face fair fellow firſt fome foul give grace Hamlet hand happy hath head hear heart Heav'n Henry himſelf hold honour horſe Julius keep King Labour Lady Lear leave light live Loft look Lord Love's marry Meaſure Merch Merry mind Miſs moſt muſt nature never Night noble once peace perfect perſon poor praiſe reaſon Rich ſay ſee ſeems ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſpeaks ſpirit ſtill ſuch ſweet tell thee theſe thing thoſe thou thou art thought Timon tongue Troilus Twelfth Night uſe VIII virtue wear whoſe Winter's Tale Wives young youth
73. oldal - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend: so Caesar may; Then, lest he may, prevent.
26. oldal - I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
21. oldal - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
20. oldal - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
80. oldal - His legs bestrid the ocean : his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas That grew the more by reaping...
14. oldal - The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ', By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist, and cease to be, Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me, Hold thee from this for ever.
37. oldal - There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, ' I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
12. oldal - Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear...
11. oldal - In these two princely boys! They are as gentle As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head: and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchafd, as the rud'st wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine, And make him stoop to the vale.