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It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Some say that ever'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long:
And then, they say, no spirit dares stir...

      — Hamlet, Act I Scene 1

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KEYWORD: stares

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1

Julius Caesar
[IV, 3]

Brutus

2020

Hear me, for I will speak.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?

2

Rape of Lucrece

Shakespeare

1641

Which when her sad-beholding husband saw,
Amazedly in her sad face he stares:
Her eyes, though sod in tears, look'd red and raw,
Her lively colour kill'd with deadly cares.
He hath no power to ask her how she fares:
Both stood, like old acquaintance in a trance,
Met far from home, wondering each other's chance.

3

Richard II
[V, 3]

Henry IV

2599

What means our cousin, that he stares and looks
So wildly?

4

Venus and Adonis

Shakespeare

321

Sometime he scuds far off and there he stares;
Anon he starts at stirring of a feather;
To bid the wind a base he now prepares,
And whether he run or fly they know not whether;
For through his mane and tail the high wind sings,
Fanning the hairs, who wave like feather'd wings.

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