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Page 14 - What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state.
Page 83 - 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?
Page 100 - I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano ; A stage, where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one.
Page 420 - 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.
Page 238 - That palter with us in a double sense ; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope.
Page 384 - I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news ; Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet, Told of a many thousand warlike French That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent : Another lean unwash'd artificer Cuts off his tale and talks of Arthur's death.
Page 40 - tis strange ! And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths ; Win us with honest trifles, to betray us In deepest consequence.
Page 147 - Sit, worthy friends : — my lord is often thus, And hath been from his youth : pray you, keep seat ; The fit is momentary ; upon a thought...