The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Volume 4C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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Page 130
... Hoft : O Jefu ! my Lord the Prince ! P. Henry . How now , my lady the hoftefs , what fay'ft thou to me ? Hoft . Marry , my Lord , there is a Nobleman of the court at door would speak with you ; he fays , he comes , from your father . f ...
... Hoft : O Jefu ! my Lord the Prince ! P. Henry . How now , my lady the hoftefs , what fay'ft thou to me ? Hoft . Marry , my Lord , there is a Nobleman of the court at door would speak with you ; he fays , he comes , from your father . f ...
Page 133
... Hoft . This is excellent fport , i'faith . Fal.Weep not , fweet Queen , for trickling tears are vain . Hoft . O the father ! how he holds his countenance ? Fal . For God's fake , Lords , convey my triftful Queen , For tears do ftop the ...
... Hoft . This is excellent fport , i'faith . Fal.Weep not , fweet Queen , for trickling tears are vain . Hoft . O the father ! how he holds his countenance ? Fal . For God's fake , Lords , convey my triftful Queen , For tears do ftop the ...
Page 136
... Hoft . The Sheriff and all the watch are at the door : They are come to search the house : Shall I let them in ? Fal . Doft thou hear , Hal ? never call a true piece of gold a counterfeit : Thou art effentially mad , without feeming fo ...
... Hoft . The Sheriff and all the watch are at the door : They are come to search the house : Shall I let them in ? Fal . Doft thou hear , Hal ? never call a true piece of gold a counterfeit : Thou art effentially mad , without feeming fo ...
Page 151
... Hoft . Who I ? I defy thee ; I was never call'd fo in mine own house before . Fal . Go to , I know you well enough . Hoft . No , Sir John : You do not know me , Sir John ; I know you , Sir John ; you owe me money , Sir John , and now ...
... Hoft . Who I ? I defy thee ; I was never call'd fo in mine own house before . Fal . Go to , I know you well enough . Hoft . No , Sir John : You do not know me , Sir John ; I know you , Sir John ; you owe me money , Sir John , and now ...
Page 152
... Hoft . My Lord , I pray you , hear me . P. Henry . What fay'ft thou , miftrefs Quickly ? how does thy husband ? I love him well , he is an honeft man . Hoft . Good , my Lord , hear me . Fal . Pr'ythee , let her alone , and lift to me ...
... Hoft . My Lord , I pray you , hear me . P. Henry . What fay'ft thou , miftrefs Quickly ? how does thy husband ? I love him well , he is an honeft man . Hoft . Good , my Lord , hear me . Fal . Pr'ythee , let her alone , and lift to me ...
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Page 92 - 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 228 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Page 369 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in: As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him!
Page 237 - I'll ne'er bear a base mind: — an't be my destiny, so; an't be not, so: No man's too good to serve his prince ; and, let it go which way it will, he that dies this year, is quit for the next.
Page 139 - Why, so can I ; or so can any man : But will they come, when you do call for them ? Glend.
Page 296 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor...
Page 229 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst 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 296 - Obedience : for so work the honey bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The art of order to a peopled kingdom : They have a king, and officers of sorts ; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad ; Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds ; Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the...
Page 161 - 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 321 - 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.