Act v. Sc. 3.
Praising what is lost
Makes the remembrance dear.
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COMEDY OF ERRORS.
Act v. Sc. 1.
They brought one Pinch, a hungry, lean-faced villain,
A mere anatomy.
MACBETH.
Act i. Sc. 1.
When shall we three meet again,
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Act i. Sc. 1.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
Act i. Sc. 3.
The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them.
Act i. Sc. 3.
Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme.
Act i. Sc. 3.
Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings.
Act i. Sc. 3.
Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Act i. Sc. 4.
Nothing in his life
Became him like the leaving it.
Act i. Sc. 4.
There's no art
To find the mind's construction in the face.
Act i. Sc. 5.
Yet I do fear thy nature;
It is too full of the milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way.
Act i. Sc. 5.
Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men
May read strange matters.
Act i. Sc. 7.
If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly.
Act i. Sc. 7.
That but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here.
Act i. Sc. 7.
This even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice
To our own lips.
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