Shakspeare's Dramatic Works: With Explanatory Notes, Volume 2J. Stockdale, 1790 |
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... answer you so the lord pro- tector ? I'll use , to carry thee out of this place . [ face . Win . Do what thou dar'st ; I beard thee to thy Glo . What ? am I dar'd , and bearded to my Draw , men , for all this privileged place ; [ face ...
... answer you so the lord pro- tector ? I'll use , to carry thee out of this place . [ face . Win . Do what thou dar'st ; I beard thee to thy Glo . What ? am I dar'd , and bearded to my Draw , men , for all this privileged place ; [ face ...
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... answer was return'd , that he will come . I was the next by birth and parentage ; For by my mother I derived am From Lionel duke of Clarence , the third son To king Edward the Third , whereas he Mor . Enough ; my soul then shall be ...
... answer was return'd , that he will come . I was the next by birth and parentage ; For by my mother I derived am From Lionel duke of Clarence , the third son To king Edward the Third , whereas he Mor . Enough ; my soul then shall be ...
Page 555
... answer what thou canst object . Glo . Presumptuous priest ! this place commands my patience , Or thou shouldst find thou hast dishonour'd me . Think not , although in writing I preferr'd The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes , That ...
... answer what thou canst object . Glo . Presumptuous priest ! this place commands my patience , Or thou shouldst find thou hast dishonour'd me . Think not , although in writing I preferr'd The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes , That ...
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... answer you . Baf . Croffing the fea from England into France , This fellow here , with envious carping tongue , 10 Upbraided me about the rofe I wear ; Saying , the fanguine colour of the leaves Did reprefent my master's blushing cheeks ...
... answer you . Baf . Croffing the fea from England into France , This fellow here , with envious carping tongue , 10 Upbraided me about the rofe I wear ; Saying , the fanguine colour of the leaves Did reprefent my master's blushing cheeks ...
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... answer'd thus ; Young Talbot was not born- To be the pillage of a giglot 5 wench : So , rushing in the bowels of the French , He left me proudly , as unworthy fight . ( knight : Bur . Doubtless , he would have made a noble See , where ...
... answer'd thus ; Young Talbot was not born- To be the pillage of a giglot 5 wench : So , rushing in the bowels of the French , He left me proudly , as unworthy fight . ( knight : Bur . Doubtless , he would have made a noble See , where ...
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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.