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Shakespeare quotes on late73 That time of year thou mayst in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang So are those errors Source: THE SONNETS O 'tis the first, 'tis flattery in my seeing, And my great mind most kingly drinks it up, Mine eye well knows what with his gust is 'greeing, And to his palate doth prepare the cup I did not think to draw my sword 'gainst Pompey; For he hath laid strange courtesies and great Of late upon me I never saw an action of such shame; Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before Did violate so itself She had a prophesying fear Of what hath come to pass; for when she saw- Which never shall be found- you did suspect She had dispos'd with Caesar, and that your rage Would not be purg'd, she sent you word she was dead; But fearing since how it might work, hath sent Me to proclaim the truth; and I am come, I dread, too late In his livery Walk'd crowns and crownets; realms and islands were As plates dropp'd from his pocket Have patience, sir; O, let it not be so! Herein you war against your reputation, And draw within the compass of suspect Th' unviolated honour of your wife You are plebeians, If they be senators; and they are no less, When, both your voices blended, the great'st taste Most palates theirs we have here writ To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras, Who, impotent and bedrid, scarcely hears Of this his nephew's purpose, to suppress His further gait herein, in that the levies, The lists, and full proportions are all made Out of his subject; and we here dispatch You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltemand, For bearers Source: THE TRAGEDY OF HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness You should not have believ'd me; for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners, But with proviso and exception, That we at our own charge shall ransom straight His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer; Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd The lives of those that he did lead to fight Against that great magician, damn'd Glendower, Whose daughter, as we hear, the Earl of March Hath lately married And what say you to this? Percy, Northumberland, The Archbishop's Grace of York, Douglas, Mortimer Capitulate against us and are up By this heavenly ground I tread on, I must be fain to pawn both my plate and the tapestry of my dining-chambers we are all diseas'd And with our surfeiting and wanton hours Have brought ourselves into a burning fever, And we must bleed for it; of which disease Our late King, Richard, being infected, died Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also! 'Where is the life that late I led?' say they Enter soldiers How say you, madam? Are you now persuaded That Talbot is but shadow of himself? These are his substance, sinews, arms, and strength, With which he yoketh your rebellious necks, Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns, And in a moment makes them desolate Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro as this multitude? The name of Henry the Fifth hales them to an hundred mischiefs, and makes them leave me desolate But if your title to the crown be weak, As may appear by Edward's good success, Then 'tis but reason that I be releas'd From giving aid which late I promised My sovereign liege, no letters, and few words, But such as I, without your special pardon, Dare not relate In person I'll hear his confessions justify; And point by point the treasons of his master He shall again relate An if there be No great offence belongs to't, give your friend Some touch of your late business How now, daughter? What makes that frontlet on? Methinks you are too much o' late i' th' frown Therefore, brave conquerors- for so you are That war against your own affections And the huge army of the world's desires- Our late edict shall strongly stand in force Your oaths are pass'd; and now subscribe your names, That his own hand may strike his honour down That violates the smallest branch herein Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear; We have had pastimes here, and pleasant game; A mess of Russians left us but of late Thanks, good friend Escalus, for thy much goodness; There's more behind that is more gratulate Since I pluck'd geese, play'd truant, and whipp'd top, I knew not what 'twas to be beaten till lately 'Seese' and 'putter'! Have I liv'd to stand at the taunt of one that makes fritters of English? This is enough to be the decay of lust and late-walking through the realm When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended O, enforce it! Myself will straight aboard, and to the state This heavy act with heavy heart relate Think what you will, we seize into our hands His plate, his goods, his money, and his lands The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life; Who slew to-day a riotous gentleman Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolk No farther than the Tower; and, as I guess, Upon the like devotion as yourselves, To gratulate the gentle Princes there What, rouse thee, man! Thy Juliet is alive, For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate A contract of true love; be not too late Whe'er thou be'st he or no, Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me, As late I have been, I not know Amongst them all Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd One do I personate of Lord Timon's frame, Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her; Whose present grace to present slaves and servants Translates his rivals Hail to thee, worthy Timon, and to all That of his bounties taste! The five best Senses Acknowledge thee their patron, and come freely To gratulate thy plenteous bosom Nay, let's seek him; Then do we sin against our own estate When we may profit meet and come too late Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome, Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been, Send thee by me, their Tribune and their trust, This par]iament of white and spotless hue; And name thee in election for the empire With these our late-deceased Emperor's sons With due observance of thy godlike seat, Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply Thy latest words This challenge that the gallant Hector sends, However it is spread in general name, Relates in purpose only to Achilles I will not praise thy wisdom, Which, like a bourn, a pale, a shore, confines Thy spacious and dilated parts Thus says Aeneas, one that knows the youth Even to his inches, and, with private soul, Did in great Ilion thus translate him to me More, she's a traitor; and Camillo is A federary with her, and one that knows What she should shame to know herself But with her most vile principal- that she's A bed-swerver, even as bad as those That vulgars give bold'st titles; ay, and privy To this their late escape Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
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