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... By me entreats , great lord , thou wouldst vouchsafe 60 To vifit her poor caftle where he lies ; 1 This alludes to a popular tradition , that the French women , to affray their children , would tell them , that the TALBOT cometh .
... By me entreats , great lord , thou wouldst vouchsafe 60 To vifit her poor caftle where he lies ; 1 This alludes to a popular tradition , that the French women , to affray their children , would tell them , that the TALBOT cometh .
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But tell me , keeper , will my nephew come ? Keep . Richard Plantagenet , my lord , will come : We fent unto the Temple , to his chamber ; And answer was return'd , that he will come . Mor . Enough ; my foul then shall be fatisfy'd .
But tell me , keeper , will my nephew come ? Keep . Richard Plantagenet , my lord , will come : We fent unto the Temple , to his chamber ; And answer was return'd , that he will come . Mor . Enough ; my foul then shall be fatisfy'd .
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Good fellow , tell us here the circum- That we for thee may glorify the Lord . What , haft thou been long blind , and now reftor'd ? 30 [ grace . 35 140 Or of devotion , to this holy fhrine ? [ by chance , Simp .
Good fellow , tell us here the circum- That we for thee may glorify the Lord . What , haft thou been long blind , and now reftor'd ? 30 [ grace . 35 140 Or of devotion , to this holy fhrine ? [ by chance , Simp .
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Go , tell this heavy message to the king . [ Exit Vaux . Ay me ! what is this world ? what news are these ? But wherefore grieve I at an hour's poor loss 4 , Omitting Suffolk's exile , my foul's treasure ? Suf .
Go , tell this heavy message to the king . [ Exit Vaux . Ay me ! what is this world ? what news are these ? But wherefore grieve I at an hour's poor loss 4 , Omitting Suffolk's exile , my foul's treasure ? Suf .
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Iden , farewel ; and be proud of thy vic- tory : Tell Kent from me , the hath loft her bett man , and exhort all the world to be cowards ; for I , that never fear'd any , am vanquish'd by famine , not by valour .
Iden , farewel ; and be proud of thy vic- tory : Tell Kent from me , the hath loft her bett man , and exhort all the world to be cowards ; for I , that never fear'd any , am vanquish'd by famine , not by valour .
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Page 751 - 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 739 - 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 752 - 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 690 - 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 690 - 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 1002 - 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 751 - 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 742 - 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 941 - 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 790 - 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.
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| Title | Shakspeare's Dramatic Works: With Explanatory Notes, Volume 2 Shakspeare's Dramatic Works: With Explanatory Notes, William Shakespeare |
| Authors | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough |
| Publisher | J. Stockdale, 1790 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 28 Dec 2006 |
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