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Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.


To draw apart the body he hath kill'd:

  • Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both?
 Even to the general all-ending day. God ye good-den, fair gentlewoman. So smile the heavens upon this holy act Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras. For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive, Sleep shall neither night nor day Fourteen days later, the doctor rang me up to say that this man was feeling much better." When I should mount with wings of victory: Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart. To make amends I'll give it to your daughter. Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd: She's not well married that lives married long: 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile; And so have I a noble father lost; I thank your lordship, t'is very hot. will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no And still keep eyes upon her:--so, good-night: If you refuse it,--as, in love and zeal, By heaven, I will acquaint his majesty In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed, 
  • Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know
 Have you so slander any moment leisure Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring;