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You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures. -King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 2.
To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures. -King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 2.
Rob me the exchequer. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Rob me the exchequer. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, read more
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. -The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.
A mockery king of snow. -King Richard II. Act iv. Sc. 1.
A mockery king of snow. -King Richard II. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Every true man's apparel fits your thief. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Every true man's apparel fits your thief. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 2.
As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him read more
As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious. -King Richard II. Act v. Sc. 2.
Brain him with his lady's fan. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Brain him with his lady's fan. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to match it. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to match it. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
