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Sivu 217 - The ugly fiends do sally forth of hell, And frame my steps to unfrequented paths, And fear my heart with fierce inflamed thoughts.
Sivu 270 - I'll lead Hieronimo where Orpheus plays, Adding sweet pleasure to eternal days. But say, Revenge, for thou must help, or none, Against the rest how shall my hate be shown? REVENGE This hand shall hale them down to deepest hell, Where none but Furies, bugs and tortures dwell.
Sivu 225 - Thus must we toil in other men's extremes, That know not how to remedy our own ; And do them justice, when unjustly we, For all our wrongs, can compass no redress. But shall I never live to see the day, That I may come...
Sivu 227 - Alas, sir, you are a foot too low to reach it, and I hope you will never grow so high while I am in the office. Fed. Sirrah, dost see yonder boy with the box in his hand?
Sivu 225 - By my bare honesty, here's nothing but the bare empty box : were it not sin against secrecy, I would say it were a piece of gentlemanlike knavery. I must go to Pedringano, and tell him his pardon is in this box; nay, I would have sworn it, had I not seen the contrary. I cannot choose but smile to think how the villain will flout the gallows, scorn the audience, and descant on the hangman, and all presuming of his pardon from hence.
Sivu 242 - Ay, sir, no man did hold a son so dear. Hier. What, not as thine ? that's a lie, As massy as the earth : I had a son, Whose least unvalued hair did weigh A thousand of thy sons, and he was murder'd. Pain. Alas, sir, I had no more but he. Hier. Nor I, nor I ; but this same one of mine Was worth a legion.
Sivu 180 - And he shall be as the light of the morning, when the sun riseth, even a morning without clouds; as the tender grass springing out of the earth by clear shining after rain.
Sivu 268 - O, good words! As dear to me was my Horatio As yours, or yours, or yours, my lord, to you. My guiltless son was by Lorenzo slain, And by Lorenzo and that Balthazar Am I at last revenged thoroughly, Upon whose souls may heavens be yet aveng'd With greater far than these afflictions.