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A man may see how this world goea, with
no eyes. Look with thine ears. J[b.

litar : Thou hast seen a fanner's dog bark
at a beggar ?—Glo. : Ay, sir.—ZMr ; And
the creature run from the cur P There thou
might'st behold the great image of authority:
a dog's obeyed in office. Jb,

* '* Ratons and myse and soehe smale dere
That was hin mete that vii. yere."

— Sir BoviB of Hamioun.



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Thxtmgh tattered dothes small vices do

BoDM taJi furred gowns hide alL Plato sin

inOi goldv
And tlM strong lance of jnstioe hurtlen

breaks. Kin< Lear. Act 4, 6.

When we are bom, we cry that we are come
To this great stage of fools. Ih.

Mine enemy's dog,
Tlionfh he had bit me, should have stood

tiial night
Against mj fire. Aei 4y 7,

I am a very foolish, fond old man,
Fonncoie and npward, not an hour more

or leas;
And, to deal plainly,
I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Ih,

Men must endure
Their going hence, even as their coming

hither:
Bipeness is aU. Act 5, f .

Out-£rown false fortune's frown. Act 5, 5.
Xhe gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instmments to plague* us. Jb,

The wheel is come full circle. lb,

Cordelia, Cordelia ! stay a little. lb.

Her voice was ever softj
Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in

woman. 76.

Vex not his ghost : Oh ; let him pass ! he

hateehim.
That would upon the rack of this toughf

world
Stretdi him out longer. lb.

He is gone indeed.
The wonder is he hath endured so long :
He but usurped his life. Jb,

A thing
Too bad for bad report

Cymbellne. Act 1, 1,

There cannot be a pinch in death

More sharp than this is. lb.

Boldness be my friend ! Act 1, 6.

O sleep, thou ape of death ! Act f , 2,

Hark, hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings,^

And Phoebus 'gins arise.
His steeds to water at those springs

On chaliced flowers that lies ;
And winking Mary- buds begin

To ope their golden eyes ;
With everything that pretty is,

My lady sweet, arise ! Ad f , S,

• Id the quartoe "scourge" is sul»Utated for

>7itered by Pope to '•/rough."
i •• None but the I*rk so shrill and clear I
Sow at Heaven's gate she cUps her wings,
The moni not waklne till she sings.'
^olaLrvr, •• Alexander and Caropaspe,'' Ac>



As chaste as unsunned snow.



Act t, 5.



There be many Cssars,
Ere such another Julius. Britain is
A world by itself ; and we will nothing pay
For wearing our own noses. Act 5, 1.

You shall find us in our salt-water girdle.

Some griefs are med'cinable. lb,

O, for a horse with wings ! Act 5, t,

Whv, one that rode to his execution, man.
Could never go so slow. Jb,

Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk.

Act S, S.
How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature !

lb.
The game is up. lb.

No ; 'tis sUnder,
Whose edge is sharper than the sword;

whose tongue
Outvenoms all the worms of Nile. Act 5, 4»

Men's vows are women's traitors. lb.

Against self- slaughter
There is a prohibition so divine,
That cravens my weak hand. lb.

Hath Britain all the sun that shines? lb,

Prythee, think
There's livers out of Britain. Jb,

As quarrelous as the weasel Jb.

Plenty and peace breeds cowards ; hardness

ever
Of hardiness is mother. Act S, 6,

Weariness
Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth
Finds the down pillow hard. Jb,

Society is no comfort
To one not sociable. Act 4t ^*

Though mean and mighty, rotting
Together, have one dust ; yet reverence
(That angel of the world) doth make dis-
tinction
Of place 'tween high and low. Jb^

Thersites' body is as good as Ajax',

When neither are ahve. Jb,

Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages ;

Thou thy worldly task hast done.
Home art gone and ta'en thy wages :

Golden lads and girls all must,

As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Jb,

Thou hast finished joy and moan. Jb,

Quiet consummation have ;

And renownM be thy grave I Jb»

SJvery good servant does not all commands.

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He had rather
Groan lo in perpetuity, than be cored
By the sure physician, death.

Cjmbeline. Act 6, 4*
A thing of pity. lb.

Many dream not to find, neither deeenre.
And yet are steeped in faTOurs. lb.

He that sleeps feels not the toothache. lb,

I would we were all of one mind, and one
mind good; O. there were desolation of
gaolers and gallowses ! I speak against my
present profit, but my wish hath a prefer-
ment in »t. lb.

By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death
Will seize the doctor too. Act 5, 5.

Who is *t can read a woman P lb.

Pardon*s the word to alL lb,

1st Witch :
When shall we three meet again.
In thunder, lightning, or in rainP

Snd Witch :
When the hurlvburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.

Macbeth. Act 1, 1.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair. lb.

Banners flout the sky. Act 2, 2.

Though his bark cannot be lost,

Tet it shall be tempest-tossed. Act 1, S.

What are these.
So withered, and so wild in their attire,
lliat look not Uke the inhabitants o* the

earth,
And yet are on *t P Jb,

If you can look into the seeds of time.
And say, which grain will grow, and which
will not 76.

To be kirn?
Stands not within the prospect of belief. lb.

The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them. lb.

The insane root.
That takes the reason prisoner. Jb,

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness t^ll us truths ;
Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
In deepest consequence. 76.

Two truths are told,
Afl happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the miperial theme. lb.

Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings. Ih.

Nothing is
But what is not. 76.

Come what come may.
Time and the hour runs through the roughest
day. Jb.



Nothing in his life
Became him like the leaving it ; he died
As one that had been studi^ in his death.
To throw away the dearest thing he owed
As 'twere a csfeless trifle. Act 7, 4*

There's no art
To find the mind's construction in the face ;
He was a gentleman on whom I built
An absolute trust lb.

Yet do I fear thy nature ;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindnen
To catch the nearest way; thou wouldst.

be great;
Art not without ambition ; but without
The illness should attend it What thoa

wouldst highly
That would^ uiou holily; wouldst not

play false,
And yet wouldst wrongly win. Act 2, 6.

Thy letters have transported me beyond
This ignorant present Ih.

Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
May read strange matters. 76.

Look like the innocent flower.
But be the serpent under it 76.

Ooign of Tantage. Aci i, 6.

If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere

well
It were done quickly. Ad /, 7.

That but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here. 76.

So clear in his great office, that his yirtues
Will plead like angels, tmmpet-tongued,

agamst
The deep damnation of his taking off. Ih.

I hare no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaiilting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
And falb on the other. lb.

I have bought
Gk>lden opinions from all sorts of people. lb.

Letting ** I dare not " wait upon ** I would,'*
Like the poor cat i' the adage.* Ih.

I dare do all that may become a man ;
Who dares do more is none. Ih.

Nor time nor place
Did then adhere. 76.

We fail !
But screw your courage to the sticking-place.
And we'll not foil. Ib»

Memory, the warder of the brain. 76.

False face must hide what the false heart
doth know. 76.

There's husbandry in heaven ;
Their candles are all out Act t, i.

Shut up
In measureless content 76.

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Ih ^aa a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me

dutch thee : —
I have thee not and yet I see thee stUL
Art tboa not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling aa to sight ? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ?
Macbeth. Aett, 1.

Thou marshall'st me the way that I was
going. lb.

Hear it not, Duncan ; for it is a knell
That summons thee to heayen or to hell! lb*

The fatal bellman which giyes the sternest
good-night. Act 1. 1.

The attempt, and not the deed,
Confounds us. Ih.

Consider it not so deeply. Ih,

I bad most need of blessing, and '* Amen "
Stuck in my throat. 76.

Hethought I heard a Yoice ciy, " Sleep no

more !
Macbeth does murder sleep," — ^the innocent

sleep;
Sleep that knits up the rayelled sleaye of

care.
The death of each day*s life, sore labour's

bath.
Balm of hurt minds, great Nature's second

course,*
Chief nourisher in life's feast, lb.

Infirm of purpose I Ih,

Will an great Neptune's ocean wash this

blood
Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand

will rather
The multitudinous seas incamardine,
Making the green—one red. Ih,

The labour we delight in physics pain.

Act 5, S,
Shake off this downy sleep, death's counter-
feit, lb.

The wine of life is drawn, and the mere

lees
Is left this TBult to brag of. Ih.

Who can be wise, amazed, temperate, and

furious,
Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.

lb.
To show an unf elt sorrow is an office
Which the false man does easy. lb.

There's daggers in men's smiles. Ih,

• In EUnmcr's edition the •* voice " is continued
to the end of Macbetb's speech. Johnson made
ft stop at " murder sleep " (ss abort).



Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,
And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal

hand,
No son of mine succeeding. Act S, 1,

Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men. lb,

I am one, mv liege.
Whom the yile blows and buffets of the

world
Have so incensed, that I am reckless what
I do to spite the world. lb.

Naught's had, all's spent,
'Where our desire is got witiiout content :
'Tis safer to be that which we destroy,
Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy.

Act B, t.
Things without all remedy
Should be without regard ; what's done is
done. lb.

We have scotched the snake, not killed it

lb,
Aiter life's fitful fever he sleeps well.
Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor

poison,
Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
Can touch him further. lb.



A deed of dreadful note.



lb.



But now^ I am cabined, cribbed, confined,
bound m. Act 3, 4'

Now good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both ! lb

Thou canst not say I did it : never shake
Thy gory locks at me. lb.

Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with. Ih.

What man dare, I dare :
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The armed rhinoceros, or the Hyrcau tiger,;
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerv^
Shall never tremble. lb.

Hence, horrible shadow !
Unreal mockery, hence ! lb.

You have displaced the mirth, broke the

^good meeting,

With most admired disorder. Ih,

Can such things be.
And overcome us like a summer's cloud.
Without our special wonder ? Ih.

Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once. lb,

Maeb, What is the ni^ht P

Lady M, ' Almost at odds with morning.

Ih,
And you all know, security
Is mortal's chief est enemy. Ati 5, 6,



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Double, doable, toil and trouble.

Macbeth. Act 4t i.
Black spirits and white,

Red spirits and ^ev,
Mingle, mingle, mingle,

Tou that mingle may.* Jb,

By the pricking of my thumbs,

Somethmg wiclced this wav comes ;

Open loco, whoever knocKs. lb.

How now, you secret, black, and midnight
hogs! lb.

A deed without a name. lb.

But yet I'll make assurance double sure,
And take a bond of fate. lb.

What, will the line stretch out to the crack
of doom ? Jb,



Whafs done cannot be undone.



lb.



The weird sisters.



lb.



When our actions do not,
Our fears do make us traitors. Act. 4t ^*

Angels are bright stUl, though the brightest
fell. Act 4, S,

I would not be the yillain that thou thiuk'st
For the whole space that's in the tyrant's

grasp,
And the rich East to boot. lb.

Boundless intemperance
In nature is a tyranny ; it hath been
The untimely emptying of the happy throne,
And fall of many longs. lb.

Stands Scotland where it did ? lb.

What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your

brows;
Giye sorrow words : the grief that does not

s|)eak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it

break. lb.

What, all my pretty chickens and their dam,
At one fell swoop ? Jb,

But I must also feel it as a man ;

I cannot but remember such things were,

That were most precious to me. Jb,

O, I could play the woman with mine eyes.

lb.
Out, damned spot ! out, I say ! Act 5, 1,

Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afeared ?

Jb,

Yet who would haye thought the old man

to have had so much blood in him f Jb,

All the perfumes of Arabia will not
■weeten this little hand. Jb,



• This song is found iu Middleton's *'Tho
Witch " (1604). Act 6, 2.



Foul whisperings are abroad. /&.

The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced

loon!
Where gott'st thou that goose look ?

Act 6, S,
This push
Will cheer me ever, or dis-seat me now.
I have lived long enough ; mv wav of life
Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ;
And that which should accompany old

As honour, love, obedience, troope of

friends,
I must not look to have ; but in their stead.
Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour,

breath.
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and

dare not. Jb.

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ;
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ;
Raze out the written troubles of the brain ;
And, with some sweet oblivious antidote.
Cleanse the stuffed bosom of thatperiloas

stuff,
Which weighs upon the heart P Tb,

Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.

Jb.
I would applaud thee to the very echo.
That shoula applaud again. Jh,

Hang oat our banners on the outward walls ;
The cry is stQl, * * They come. " Our castle'a

strength
Will laugh a siege to scorn. Act 5, 5.

I have supped full with horrors ;
Direnass, familiar to my slaughterous

thoughts.
Cannot once start me. Jh.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day.
To the last syllable of recorded time ;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief

candle!
Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player.
That struts and ^ts his hour upon the



And then is heard no moro : it is a tale
Told bjT an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing. Jh,

To doubt the equivocation of the fiend.
That lies like truth. Jb,

There is nor flying hence, oor tarrying here,
I 'gin to be a weary of the sun. Jb,

Blow, wind ! come, wrack !
At least we'll die with harness on our back.

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And 1m tikaaa jnf^ling -flen^ no more

That ndter with na -with a doable sense ;
That keep Um word of promise to our ear,
And boceak it to our hope.

Macbeth. Act 6^ S.
Taj on, Macduff ;
And damned be bim that first cries, ** Hold
en<»ttghl" 16,

Tor tbia xelief , much thanks.

Hamlet. Act 1, 1.
O! farewell, honest soldier. Jb,

Ber, What is Horatio there P

H^, A piece of him. lb.

Is not this something more than fantasy ? lb-

This bodes some strange eruption to our
•tate. lb.

Whose sore ta^k
Does not diyide the Sunday irom the week.

lb.

Doth make the night joint-labourer with the

day. lb.

Of nnimproTed metal hot and fulL lb.

Some enterprise

lin^t



That hath a stomach i



lb.



In the most high and palmy state of Bome.

Jb.
We do it wrong, being so majestical,
To offer it the show of violence. lb.

And then it started, like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons. lb.

So hallowed and so gracious is the time. lb.

But look, the mom, in russet mantle clad.
Walks o*er the dew of yon high eastern *
hilL lb.

Yet BO far hath discretion fought with

nature,
That we with wisest sorrow think on him,
Together with remembrance of ourselyes.

Aei i, i.
With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in

marriage.
In equal scale weighing delight and dole.

lb.
The head is not more natiye to the heart lb.

He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow

leaTe
By labouxsome petition ; and, at last,
Upon his will I sealed my hard consent. lb.

A little more than kin, and less than kind.

lb.
Thou know'st 'tis common, all tl\^t lives

must die,
Pmfng through nature to eternity. lb,

•*' Eastward" in tiie quartos.



Seems, madam! Nay, it is; I know not

"seems."
* Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
Nor customary suits of solemu block,
Nor vrindv suspiration of forced breath,
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
Nor the dejected *haviour of the visage.
Together with all forms, modes,* shapes of

grief.
That can denote me truly; these indeed

seem,
For they are actions that a man might play,
Bat I have that withhi which nasseth show ;
These but the trappings and the suits of

woe. 76.

But to pers^ver
In obstinate condolement, is a coarse
Of impious stubbornness ; 'tis unmanly grief;
It shows a will most incorrect to heaveu,
A heart unfortified, a mind impatient. lb,

O. that this too too solid flesh would melt.
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew !
Or that the Everlasting had not fixed
His canon 'gainst self -slaughter. O God !

God!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world I
Fie on 't ! O fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden
That grows to seed ! Things rank and gross

in nature
Possess it merely. That it should come to

this! lb.

Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my

mother,
That he might not beteem the winds of

heaven
Visit her face too roughly.

Why, she would hang on him.
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on. Jb

lb.



Frailty, thy name is woman !
A little month.



lb.



like Niobe, all tears. lb.

A beast, that wants discourse of reason. lb.

But no more like my father.

Than I to Hercules. lb.

It is not, nor it cannot come to good. lb.

We'll teach you to drink deep ere you
depart. lb.

The funeral baked meats
Did coldlv furnish forth the marriage tables.
Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio ! Jb,
In my mind's eye, Horatio. lb.

He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again. Ih

* *' Modes " is the modem reading ; " moods **
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In the dead Tast* and middle of the night.
HamleU Act i, f .

Armed at all points. i^.

These hands are not more like. lb.

But answer made it none. 16*

A countenance more in sorrow than in
anger.



Jb.



While one with moderate haste might tell a
hundred. lb.



A sable silyered.



lb.



I'll speak to it, though hell itself should

gape,
And bid me hold my peace. lb.

If you have hitherto concealed this sight,
Let it be tenable in your silence Btill ;
And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
I will i-equite your loves. lb.

Foul deeds will rise,
Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to
men's eyes. 7J.

A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting.
The perfume and suppliance of a minute.

Act i, S.
His greatness weighed, his will is not his

own ;
For he himself is subject to his birth :
He may not as unvalued persons do.
Carve for himself ; for on his choice depends
The safety and the health of the whole state.

Jb.
And keep yon in the rear of your affection.

lb.
The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
If she unmask her beauty to the moon ;
Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes.
The canker galls the infants of the spring,f
Too oft before their buttons be disclosed ;
And in the mom and liquid dew of youth,
Ck)ntagious blastments are most imminent.

Jb.
Bo wary, then ; best safety lieft in fear. Jb.

Bo not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to

heaven.
Whilst, like a puffed and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance

treads.
And recks not his own rede. Jb.

A double blessing is a double grace. Jb.

*•' Waist" In many editions; afterwards
printed "waste." "Vast" in the quarto of
1G03.

f See "Lovo'a Labour's Lost": "Tlie flnit-
boru iufauta of the si»ring," Act 1, L



And these few precepts in thy memoiT
See thon character. Give thy thoughts no

tongue.
Nor any unproportioned thought his act
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption

tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops^ of

steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade.

Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel ; but, being in.
Bear 't that th' opposed may beware of thee.
Give everv man thme ear, but few thy voice ;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy

judgment.
Costly thy habit as thv purse can buy.
But not expressed in fancy ; rich not gaudy ;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man ;
And they in France, of the best rank and

station.
Are most select and generous chief in that
Neither a borrower nor a lender be :
For loan oft loses both itself and friend ;
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Tliis above all, — To thine own self be true ;
And it must follow, as the night the day.
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell ; my blessing season this in thee !

Jh.
'Tis in my memory locked.
And you yourself shaJi keep the key of it

You speak like a green girl,
Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. Jb.

Av, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know
When the blood bums, how prodigal the

soul
Lends § the tongue vows. Jb,

Be somewhat scanter of your maiden
presence. Jb.

It is a nipping and an eager air. Act 1, 4*

But, to my mind— though I am native here,
And to the manner bom— it is a custom
More honoured in the breach than the
observance. Jb.

Angels and ministers of grace defend us !

lb.
Be thy intents wicked or charitable.
Thou com'st in such a questionable shape.
That I will speak to thee. Jb.

Let me not burst in ignorance ! Jb

In complete steel,
Bevisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon.
Making night hideous. Jb.

t" Hooks" hi many editions, bat without
antliority.
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Wiih thotights beyond the reaches of our
Bouk. Hamlet. Act 1^ 4*

Look, with what oourteotiB action
It waves* you to a more remoTed ground.

lb,
I do not set my life at a pin*8 fee ;
And, for my soul, what can it do to that,
Being a thing immortal as itself ? lb.

Go on ; m follow thee. lb.

My &te cries out.
And makes each petty artery in this body
As hardy as the Nemean lion*s nerve. lb.

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

lb,
Whither wilt thou lead me P speak; 111 go
no further. Act 7, 5,

But^that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison house,
I oonld a tale unfold, whose liglitest word
l^oold harrow up thy soul, freeze thy

yonne blood,
l£ake Uiy two eyee, like stars, start from

their spheres.
Thy knotted and oomblnM locks to part
And each particular bair to siand on end,
Xike quills upon the fretful porcupine ;
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood.— List, list, O list !

lb.
Murder most foul, as in the best it is,
But thLs most foul, strange, and unnatural.

lb.
With wings as swift
As meditation, or the.thoughts of love. lb.

my prophetic soul ! mine uncle ! lb.

O, Hamlet, what a falling off was there I
Prom me, whose love was of that dignity,
That it went hand in hand even with the
vow

1 made to her in marriage. lb.

But soft ! methinks, I scent the morning's
air. lb.

Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhouseled, disappointed, unaneled ;
Ko reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head •
O horrible f O horrible ! most horrible !
If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not lb.

Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge.
To prick and sting her. lb.

While memoir holds a seat
In this distracted globe. Remember thee !
Yea, from the table of mv memory
I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
AJ] saws of books, all forms, all pressures

past,
Thatyouth and obacrvation copied there. lb.

• •* WaAa ** iB the Adlo.



Within the book and volimie of my brain.



lb.

villain, villain, smiling, damnM villain !

lb.

ULj tables — ^meet it is I set it down.

That one may smile, and smile, and be a

villain ;



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