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


Peace, master marquis, you are malapert:

 It waves me still.-- 
To let you know of it.
 Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell And with a larger tether may he walk And that his soul may be as damn'd and black 'Tis e'en so: the hand of little employment hath the daintier 
  • Bernardo?
 I am hurt;-- You must have patience, madam. Of goodly thousands: but, for all this, Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. It may be, very likely. Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine As much to him, else is his thanks too much. In the corrupted currents of this world 
'When griping grief the heart doth wound,

 Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense And Thane of Cawdor too; went it not so?