The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... honour's tongue ; Amongst a grove , the very ftraightest plant ; Who is sweet fortune's minion , and her pride : Whilft I , by looking on the praise of him , See riot and difhonour ftain the brow Of my young Harry . O , that it could be ...
... honour's tongue ; Amongst a grove , the very ftraightest plant ; Who is sweet fortune's minion , and her pride : Whilft I , by looking on the praise of him , See riot and difhonour ftain the brow Of my young Harry . O , that it could be ...
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... honour from the pale - fac'd moon ; Or dive into the bottom of the deep , Where fathom - line could never touch the ground , And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; C So So he , that doth redeem her thence , might AЯ 1 . 17 KING ...
... honour from the pale - fac'd moon ; Or dive into the bottom of the deep , Where fathom - line could never touch the ground , And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; C So So he , that doth redeem her thence , might AЯ 1 . 17 KING ...
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... honour , that thou wert not with me in this action . But , fweet Ned , -to fweeten which name of Ned , I give thee this pennyworth of fugar , clapp'd even now into my hand by an under - fkinker ; one D that that never spake other ...
... honour , that thou wert not with me in this action . But , fweet Ned , -to fweeten which name of Ned , I give thee this pennyworth of fugar , clapp'd even now into my hand by an under - fkinker ; one D that that never spake other ...
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... honour hath he got Against renowned Douglas ; whofe high deeds , Whofe hot incurfions , and great name in arms , Holds from all foldiers chief majority , And military title capital , Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Chrift ...
... honour hath he got Against renowned Douglas ; whofe high deeds , Whofe hot incurfions , and great name in arms , Holds from all foldiers chief majority , And military title capital , Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Chrift ...
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... honour and renown , This gallant Hotspur , this all - praised knight , And your unthought - of Harry , chance to meet : For every honour fitting on his helm , ' Would they were multitudes ; and on my head My fhamies redoubled ! for the ...
... honour and renown , This gallant Hotspur , this all - praised knight , And your unthought - of Harry , chance to meet : For every honour fitting on his helm , ' Would they were multitudes ; and on my head My fhamies redoubled ! for the ...
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Page 92 - 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.
Page 37 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more : Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing- so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears. Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood...
Page 92 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Page 82 - Tut, tut ! good enough to toss ; food for powder, food for powder ; they'll fill a pit, as well as better ; tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.
Page 78 - His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Page 60 - Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
Page 52 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Page 38 - Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit; and upon this charge Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!
Page 51 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Page 8 - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt...