William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Be it not in thy care. Go,
I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide
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Be it not in thy care. Go,
I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide
Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide.
I knew him tyrannous; and tyrants' fears
Decrease not, but grow faster than the years;
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I knew him tyrannous; and tyrants' fears
Decrease not, but grow faster than the years;
And should he doubt it, as no doubt he doth,
That I should open to the list'ning air
How many worthy princes' bloods were shed
To keep his bed of blackness unlaid ope,
To lop that doubt, he'll fill this land with arms
And make pretense of wrong that I have done him;
When all, for mine, if I may call offense,
Must feel war's blow, who spares not innocence;
Which love to all, of which thyself art one,
Who now reproved'st me for't--
(Cloten:) Thou villain base,
Know'st me not by my clothes?
(Guiderius:) No, nor thy tailor, rascal,
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(Cloten:) Thou villain base,
Know'st me not by my clothes?
(Guiderius:) No, nor thy tailor, rascal,
Who is thy grandfather. He made those clothes,
Which, as it seems, make thee.
But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison house,
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But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison house,
I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.
The miserable have no other medicine But only hope.
The miserable have no other medicine But only hope.
Take that life, beseech you,
Which I so often owe; but your ring first,
And here the read more
Take that life, beseech you,
Which I so often owe; but your ring first,
And here the bracelet of the truest princess
That ever swore her faith.
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?
What fates impose, that men must needs abide; It boots not to resist both wind and tide
What fates impose, that men must needs abide; It boots not to resist both wind and tide
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.
