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And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse. -King John. Act iv. Sc. read more
And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse. -King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.
And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ, And seem a saint read more
And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ, And seem a saint when most I play the devil. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 3.
What a case am I in. -As You Like It. Epilogue.
What a case am I in. -As You Like It. Epilogue.
O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse! how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my read more
O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse! how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.
He will give the devil his due. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
He will give the devil his due. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school; and whereas, before, our forefathers had read more
Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school; and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 7.
If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1.
If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Now you who rhyme, and I who rhyme,
Have not we sworn it, many a time,
That read more
Now you who rhyme, and I who rhyme,
Have not we sworn it, many a time,
That we no more our verse would scrawl,
For Shakespeare he had said it all!
