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9 Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye, That thou consum'st thy self in single life? Ah, if thou issueless shalt hap to die, The world will wail thee like a makeless wife, The world will be thy widow and still weep, That thou no form of thee hast left behind, When every private widow well may keep, By children's eyes, her husband's shape in mind: Look what an unthrift in the world doth spend Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it;...

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How now, my lord? Why do you keep alone,Of sorriest fancies your companions making,Using those thoughts which should indeed have diedWith them they think on? Things without all remedyShould be without regard. What's done is done.MACBETH. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it.She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor maliceRemains in danger of her former tooth.But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer,Ere we will eat our meal in fear and sleepIn the affli...

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LADY MACBETH. My royal lord, You do not give the cheer. The feast is sold That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis amaking, 'Tis given with welcome. To feed were best at home; From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony; Meeting were bare without it. MACBETH. Sweet remembrancer! Now good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both! LENNOX. May't please your Highness sit. The Ghost of Banquo enters and sits in Macbeth's place. MACBETH. Here had we no...

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as in the well-known 'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?' from Sonnet 18. The linear, sequential reading of the poems is also debatable, since it is unclear if Shakespeare intended for the sonnets to be published in this way.While he may have experimented with the form earlier, Shakespeare most likely began writing sonnets seriously around 1592. What is now known as the Shakespearian sonnet is the English sonnet form Shakespeare popularised: fourteen lines of iambic pentameter (...

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NURSE. Good morrow, lords. O, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor? AARON. Well, more or less, or ne'er a whit at all, Here Aaron is; and what with Aaron now? NURSE. O gentle Aaron, we are all undone! Now help, or woe betide thee evermore! AARON. Why, what a caterwauling dost thou keep! What dost thou wrap and fumble in thy arms? NURSE. O, that which I would hide from heaven's eye: Our Empress' shame and stately Rome's disgrace! She is delivered, lord; she ...

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TITUS. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee.Welcome, dread Fury, to my woeful house.Rapine and Murder, you are welcome too.How like the Empress and her sons you are!Well are you fitted, had you but a Moor.Could not all hell afford you such a devil?For well I wot the Empress never wagsBut in her company there is a Moor;And, would you represent our queen aright,It were convenient you had such a devil.But welcome as you are. What shall we do?TAMORA. What wouldst thou have us do, Andronicus?DE...

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KING RICHARD. Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms,Both who he is and why he cometh hither Thus plated in habiliments of war;And formally, according to our law,Depose him in the justice of his cause.MARSHAL. What is thy name? and wherefore com'st thou hitherBefore King Richard in his royal lists?Against whom comest thou? and what's thy quarrel?Speak like a true knight, so defend thee heaven!BOLINGBROKE. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby,Am I; who ready here do stand in armsTo prove,...

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ACT III. Scene I.A heath.Storm still. Enter Kent and a Gentleman at several doors.Kent. Who's there, besides foul weather?Gent. One minded like the weather, most unquietly.Kent. I know you. Where's the King?Gent. Contending with the fretful elements;Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea,Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main,That things might change or cease; tears his white hair,Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage,Catch in their fury and make nothing of;Strives in h...

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HASTINGS. My lord, our army is dispers'd already.Like youthful steers unyok'd, they take their coursesEast, west, north, south; or like a school broke up,Each hurries toward his home and sporting-place.WESTMORELAND. Good tidings, my Lord Hastings; for the whichI do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason;And you, Lord Archbishop, and you, Lord Mowbray,Of capital treason I attach you both.MOWBRAY. Is this proceeding just and honourable?WESTMORELAND. Is your assembly so?ARCHBISHOP. Will you ...