The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volume 9G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... pr'ythee , stay a little : I hope , this holy humour of mine will change ; it was wont to hold me but while one would tell twenty . 1 Murd . How dost thou feel thyself now ? 2 Murd . ' Faith , some certain dregs of conscience are yet ...
... pr'ythee , stay a little : I hope , this holy humour of mine will change ; it was wont to hold me but while one would tell twenty . 1 Murd . How dost thou feel thyself now ? 2 Murd . ' Faith , some certain dregs of conscience are yet ...
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... pr'ythee , peace ; my soul is full of sorrow . Stan . I will not rise , unless your highness hear me . K. Edw . Then say at once , what is it thou re- quest'st . Stan . The forfeit , sovereign , of my servant's life ; Who slew to - day ...
... pr'ythee , peace ; my soul is full of sorrow . Stan . I will not rise , unless your highness hear me . K. Edw . Then say at once , what is it thou re- quest'st . Stan . The forfeit , sovereign , of my servant's life ; Who slew to - day ...
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... pr'ythee , let me hear it . York . Marry , they say , my uncle grew so fast , That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old ; ' Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth . Grandam , this would have been a biting jest . Duch . I pr'ythee ...
... pr'ythee , let me hear it . York . Marry , they say , my uncle grew so fast , That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old ; ' Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth . Grandam , this would have been a biting jest . Duch . I pr'ythee ...
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... thee , God knows , in torment and in agony . K. Rich . And came I not at last to comfort you ? Duch . No , by the holy rood , thou know'st it well , Thou cam'st on earth to make the ... pr'ythee , hear me speak . K. 122 KING RICHARD III .
... thee , God knows , in torment and in agony . K. Rich . And came I not at last to comfort you ? Duch . No , by the holy rood , thou know'st it well , Thou cam'st on earth to make the ... pr'ythee , hear me speak . K. 122 KING RICHARD III .
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With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. Duch . I pr'ythee , hear me speak . K. Rich . You speak too bitterly . Duch . For I shall never speak to thee again . K. Rich . So. Hear me a word ; Duch . Either thou wilt die , by ...
With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. Duch . I pr'ythee , hear me speak . K. Rich . You speak too bitterly . Duch . For I shall never speak to thee again . K. Rich . So. Hear me a word ; Duch . Either thou wilt die , by ...
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Page 259 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 349 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark ! what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Page 403 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done : Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Page 271 - An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Page 38 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days ; So full of dismal terror was the time.
Page 348 - Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order...
Page 173 - I COME no more to make you laugh ; things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow. Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present.
Page 427 - Fie, fie upon her ! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Page 348 - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad: But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea ! shaking of earth ! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states | Quite from their fixture!
Page 262 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee...