The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... myself , Mighty , and to be fear'd , than my condition ; Which hath been smooth as oil , foft as young down , And therefore loft that title of respect , Which the proud foul ne'er pays , but to the proud . Wor . Our house , my fovereign ...
... myself , Mighty , and to be fear'd , than my condition ; Which hath been smooth as oil , foft as young down , And therefore loft that title of respect , Which the proud foul ne'er pays , but to the proud . Wor . Our house , my fovereign ...
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... myself did hear it . Hot . Nay , then I cannot blame his coufin king , That wifh'd him on the barren mountains starv'd . But fhall it be , that you , ―that set the crown Upon the head of this forgetful man ; And , for his fake , wear ...
... myself did hear it . Hot . Nay , then I cannot blame his coufin king , That wifh'd him on the barren mountains starv'd . But fhall it be , that you , ―that set the crown Upon the head of this forgetful man ; And , for his fake , wear ...
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... myself ? lord Ed- mund Mortimer , my lord of York , and Owen Glendower ? Is there not , befides , the Douglas ? Have I not all their letters , to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next month ? and are they not , fome of them , fet ...
... myself ? lord Ed- mund Mortimer , my lord of York , and Owen Glendower ? Is there not , befides , the Douglas ? Have I not all their letters , to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next month ? and are they not , fome of them , fet ...
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... myself , and thee , during my life ; I , for a valiant lion , and thou , for a true prince . But , by the Lord , lads , I am glad you have the money.- Hostess , clap to the doors ; watch to - night , pray to - mor- row . - Gallants ...
... myself , and thee , during my life ; I , for a valiant lion , and thou , for a true prince . But , by the Lord , lads , I am glad you have the money.- Hostess , clap to the doors ; watch to - night , pray to - mor- row . - Gallants ...
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... Hen . What men ? Sher . One of them is well known , my gracious lord ; A grofs fat man . Car . As fat as butter . P. Hen . The man , I do affure you , is not here ; For For I myself at this time have employ'd him . 48 AЯ 11 . FIRST PART OF.
... Hen . What men ? Sher . One of them is well known , my gracious lord ; A grofs fat man . Car . As fat as butter . P. Hen . The man , I do affure you , is not here ; For For I myself at this time have employ'd him . 48 AЯ 11 . FIRST PART OF.
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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...