Shakspeare's Dramatic Works: With Explanatory Notes, Volume 2J. Stockdale, 1790 |
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... tell me , when my lips do touch his cheeks , 25 But yet be wary in thy studious care . That I may kindly give one fainting kifs.- And now declare , sweet stem from York's great stock , Why didst thou fay - of late thou wert despis'd ...
... tell me , when my lips do touch his cheeks , 25 But yet be wary in thy studious care . That I may kindly give one fainting kifs.- And now declare , sweet stem from York's great stock , Why didst thou fay - of late thou wert despis'd ...
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... tell him what miracle . One . Forfooth , a blind man at saint Alban's shrine , Within this half - hour , hath receiv'd his fight ; A man , that ne'er saw in his life before . [ fouls and faint Alban . [ cloak of ? Glo . Say'st thou me ...
... tell him what miracle . One . Forfooth , a blind man at saint Alban's shrine , Within this half - hour , hath receiv'd his fight ; A man , that ne'er saw in his life before . [ fouls and faint Alban . [ cloak of ? Glo . Say'st thou me ...
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... tell his majesty , That even now he cries aloud for him . ។ 2. Mar. Enough , sweet Suffolk , thou tor- 15 P. Mar. Go , tell this heavy message to the king . ment'st thyself : And these dread curses like the fun ' gainft glass , Or like ...
... tell his majesty , That even now he cries aloud for him . ។ 2. Mar. Enough , sweet Suffolk , thou tor- 15 P. Mar. Go , tell this heavy message to the king . ment'st thyself : And these dread curses like the fun ' gainft glass , Or like ...
Page 594
... Tell the king from me , that for his father's fake , Henry the fifth , in whose time boys 45 went to fpan - counter for French crowns , I am content he shall reign ; but I'll be protector over him . Dick . And , furthermore , we'll have ...
... Tell the king from me , that for his father's fake , Henry the fifth , in whose time boys 45 went to fpan - counter for French crowns , I am content he shall reign ; but I'll be protector over him . Dick . And , furthermore , we'll have ...
Page 599
... 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 . How much thou wrong'st me , heaven be my judge . Die , damned ...
... 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 . How much thou wrong'st me , heaven be my judge . Die , damned ...
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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.