The Plays of William Shakspeare. In Fifteen Volumes: King John. Richard II. Henry IV, pt. I |
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William Shakespeare George Steevens. So , hence ! Be thou the trumpet of our
wrath , And fullen presage of your own decay.An honourable conduct let him
have ;Pembroke , look to't : Farewell , Chatillon . [ Exeunt Chatillon and
PEMBROKE .
William Shakespeare George Steevens. So , hence ! Be thou the trumpet of our
wrath , And fullen presage of your own decay.An honourable conduct let him
have ;Pembroke , look to't : Farewell , Chatillon . [ Exeunt Chatillon and
PEMBROKE .
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... writing here o'purpose ; it cost me two shillings the tricking : So again , in
Cynthia's Revels : -the parish - buckets with his name at length trick'd upon them .
" STEEVENS , By a trick , in this place , is meant some peculiarity of look or
motion .
... writing here o'purpose ; it cost me two shillings the tricking : So again , in
Cynthia's Revels : -the parish - buckets with his name at length trick'd upon them .
" STEEVENS , By a trick , in this place , is meant some peculiarity of look or
motion .
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And if my legs were two such riding - rods , My arms such eelskins stuff'd ; my
face so thin , That in mine ear I durft not stick a rose , Lest men should say , Look ,
where three - farthings goes ! 8 His according to a mistaken notion formerly ...
And if my legs were two such riding - rods , My arms such eelskins stuff'd ; my
face so thin , That in mine ear I durft not stick a rose , Lest men should say , Look ,
where three - farthings goes ! 8 His according to a mistaken notion formerly ...
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Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face ; These eyes , these brows , were
moulded out of his : This little abstract doth contain that large , Which died in
Geffrey ; and the hand of time Shall draw this brief $ into as huge a volume . That
Geffrey ...
Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face ; These eyes , these brows , were
moulded out of his : This little abstract doth contain that large , Which died in
Geffrey ; and the hand of time Shall draw this brief $ into as huge a volume . That
Geffrey ...
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You are the hare ? of whom the proverb goes , Whose valour plucks dead lions
by the beard ; l'll smoke your skin - coat , an I catch you right ; Sirrah , look to't ; i'
faith , I will , i'faith . Holy Land ; on account of which he was divorced from her .
You are the hare ? of whom the proverb goes , Whose valour plucks dead lions
by the beard ; l'll smoke your skin - coat , an I catch you right ; Sirrah , look to't ; i'
faith , I will , i'faith . Holy Land ; on account of which he was divorced from her .
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Page 126 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Page 112 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
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Page 120 - I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?
Page 361 - To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.
Page 392 - Took it in snuff; and still he smil'd and talk'd ; And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
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Page 589 - twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit ? I lie, I am no counterfeit : To die is to be a counterfeit ; for he. is but the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the life of a man...
Page 570 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere 'scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.