Shakspeare's Dramatic Works: With Explanatory Notes, Volume 2J. Stockdale, 1790 |
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... Dead March . Enter the Funeral of King Henry the Fifth , attended on by the Duke of Bedford , Re- gent of France ; the Duke of Glofter , Protector ; the Duke of Exeter , and the Earl of Warwick ; the Bishop of Winchester , and the Duke ...
... Dead March . Enter the Funeral of King Henry the Fifth , attended on by the Duke of Bedford , Re- gent of France ; the Duke of Glofter , Protector ; the Duke of Exeter , and the Earl of Warwick ; the Bishop of Winchester , and the Duke ...
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... dead.- Pofterity , await for wretched years , When at their mothers ' moist eyes babes shall fuck ; Ourifle be made a nourish1 of salt tears , And none but women left to wail the dead.- Henry the fifth ! thy ghoft I invocate ; Profper ...
... dead.- Pofterity , await for wretched years , When at their mothers ' moist eyes babes shall fuck ; Ourifle be made a nourish1 of salt tears , And none but women left to wail the dead.- Henry the fifth ! thy ghoft I invocate ; Profper ...
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... dead and Remember to avenge me on the French.- Plantagenet , I will ; and , Nero - like , Play on the lute , beholding the towns burn : Wretched fhall France be only in my name . [ Here an alarum , and it thunders and lightens . What ...
... dead and Remember to avenge me on the French.- Plantagenet , I will ; and , Nero - like , Play on the lute , beholding the towns burn : Wretched fhall France be only in my name . [ Here an alarum , and it thunders and lightens . What ...
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... dead , great York might bear the name . Capt . Here is Sir William Lucy , who with me Set from our o'er - match'd forces forth for aid . Enter Sir William Lucy . Som . How now , Sir William ? whither were you fent ? Lucy . Whither , my ...
... dead , great York might bear the name . Capt . Here is Sir William Lucy , who with me Set from our o'er - match'd forces forth for aid . Enter Sir William Lucy . Som . How now , Sir William ? whither were you fent ? Lucy . Whither , my ...
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... dead ; The help of one ftands me in little ftead . 30Oh , too much folly is it , well I wot , To hazard all our lives in one small boat . If I to - day die not with Frenchmen's rage , To - morrow I fhall die with mickle age : By me they ...
... dead ; The help of one ftands me in little ftead . 30Oh , too much folly is it , well I wot , To hazard all our lives in one small boat . If I to - day die not with Frenchmen's rage , To - morrow I fhall die with mickle age : By me they ...
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Ægypt Afide againſt Ajax anſwer Antony Apemantus art thou beſt blood brother Brutus Cæfar Caffio caufe Cleo Coriolanus death Diomed doft doth duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe father fear feems fhall fhew fight firſt flain foldiers fome fool forrow foul fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword give Glofter grace hath hear heart heaven Henry himſelf honour houſe huſband Iago itſelf king lady Lear lord madam mafter Mark Antony moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night noble Nurfe Othello Pandarus pleaſe pleaſure Pleb pray prefent prince purpoſe Queen reafon reft Rome ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſhould ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtay ſuch tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Tybalt unto uſe Warwick whofe word yourſelf
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Page 753 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Page 741 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Page 754 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Page 692 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Page 692 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, }Never to hope again.
Page 1004 - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth,— wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin,— By the o'ergrowth of some complexion...
Page 753 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Page 744 - How that might change his nature, there's the question. It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Crown him?— That;— And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, That at his will he may do danger with.
Page 943 - And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep ; No, I'll not weep : — • I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, Or ere I'll weep : — O, fool, I shall go mad ! {Exeunt LEAR, GLOSTER, KENT, and Fool.
Page 792 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.