The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... crowns ; if you will not , tarry at home and be hang'd . Fal . Hear ye , Yedward , if I tarry at home , and go not , I'll hang you for going . Poins . You will , chops ? Fal . Hal , wilt thou make one ? · P. Henry . Who , I rob ? I a ...
... crowns ; if you will not , tarry at home and be hang'd . Fal . Hear ye , Yedward , if I tarry at home , and go not , I'll hang you for going . Poins . You will , chops ? Fal . Hal , wilt thou make one ? · P. Henry . Who , I rob ? I a ...
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... crown ? North . He did ; my self did hear it . Hot . Nay , then I cannot blame his coufin King , That wish'd him on the barren mountains ftarv'd . But fhall it be , that you that fet the crown Upon the head of this forgetful man , And ...
... crown ? North . He did ; my self did hear it . Hot . Nay , then I cannot blame his coufin King , That wish'd him on the barren mountains ftarv'd . But fhall it be , that you that fet the crown Upon the head of this forgetful man , And ...
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... crowns , And pafs them currant too - gods me ! my horse ! What fay'ft thou , Kate ? what wouldst thou have with me ? Lady . Do ye not love me ? do you not indeed ? Well , do not then . For fince you love me not , I will not love my felf ...
... crowns , And pafs them currant too - gods me ! my horse ! What fay'ft thou , Kate ? what wouldst thou have with me ? Lady . Do ye not love me ? do you not indeed ? Well , do not then . For fince you love me not , I will not love my felf ...
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... crown for a pitiful bald crown . — Fal . Well , an the fire of grace be not quite out of thee , now fhalt thou be moved- Give me a cup of fack to make mine eyes look red , that it may be thought I have wept ; for I muft fpeak in paffion ...
... crown for a pitiful bald crown . — Fal . Well , an the fire of grace be not quite out of thee , now fhalt thou be moved- Give me a cup of fack to make mine eyes look red , that it may be thought I have wept ; for I muft fpeak in paffion ...
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... crown the God of fleep , Charming your blood with pleafing heaviness ; Making fuch diff'rence betwixt wake and fleep , As is the diff'rence betwixt day and night , The hour before the heav'nly - harness'd team Begins his golden progrefs ...
... crown the God of fleep , Charming your blood with pleafing heaviness ; Making fuch diff'rence betwixt wake and fleep , As is the diff'rence betwixt day and night , The hour before the heav'nly - harness'd team Begins his golden progrefs ...
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againſt anſwer art thou bafe Baft Bard Bardolph blood captain coufin crown Dauphin death doft doth Duke Duke of Burgundy Earl England Enter Exeunt Exit fack faid Falstaff father fave fear felf felves fent fhall fhew fhould fight fince flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpirit France French ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword give Glou Grace Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heav'n himſelf Hoft honour horfe Juft King Henry Lord Lord of Westmorland mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pift Piftol pleaſe Poins pow'r pr'ythee prefent prifoners Prince Prince of Wales Pucel purpoſe reafon Reignier Richard Plantagenet SCENE ſelf Shal ſhall Sir John Sir John Falstaff ſpeak Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand unto Weft Westmorland whofe Whoſe wilt York
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Page 231 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered...
Page 245 - 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 122 - 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 195 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Page 230 - My cousin Westmoreland ? No, my fair cousin. If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
Page 74 - 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 123 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd ; The which observ'd, 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. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Page 14 - But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Page 146 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Page 183 - To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.