The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... Lord of the council rated me the other day in the ftreet about you , Sir ; but I mark'd him not , and yet he talk'd very wifely , and in the Kreet too . P. Henry . Thou didft well ; for wisdom cries out in the freet , and no man regards ...
... Lord of the council rated me the other day in the ftreet about you , Sir ; but I mark'd him not , and yet he talk'd very wifely , and in the Kreet too . P. Henry . Thou didft well ; for wisdom cries out in the freet , and no man regards ...
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... Lord K. Henry . Hence , Worcester , get thee gone ; for I do fee Danger and difobedience in thine eye . O Sir , your prefence is too bold and peremptory , And Majefly might never yet endure The moody frontier of a fervant brow . You ...
... Lord K. Henry . Hence , Worcester , get thee gone ; for I do fee Danger and difobedience in thine eye . O Sir , your prefence is too bold and peremptory , And Majefly might never yet endure The moody frontier of a fervant brow . You ...
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... Lord , ( Your fon in Scotland being thus employ'd ) Shall fecretly into the bofom creep Of that fame noble Prelate , well belov'd , Th ' Arch - bishop . Hot . York , is't not ? Wor . True , who bears hard His brother's death at Bristol ...
... Lord , ( Your fon in Scotland being thus employ'd ) Shall fecretly into the bofom creep Of that fame noble Prelate , well belov'd , Th ' Arch - bishop . Hot . York , is't not ? Wor . True , who bears hard His brother's death at Bristol ...
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... Lord Percy's Houfe . Enter Hot - fpur folus , reading a letter . [ Exeunt . But for mine own part , my Lord , I could be well contented to be there , in respect of the love I bear your boufe . He could be contented to be there ; why is ...
... Lord Percy's Houfe . Enter Hot - fpur folus , reading a letter . [ Exeunt . But for mine own part , my Lord , I could be well contented to be there , in respect of the love I bear your boufe . He could be contented to be there ; why is ...
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... Lord , why are you thus alone ? For what offence have I this fortnight been A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed ? Tell me , fweet Lord , what is't that takes from thee Thy ftomach , pleasure , and thy golden fleep ? Why doft thou bend ...
... Lord , why are you thus alone ? For what offence have I this fortnight been A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed ? Tell me , fweet Lord , what is't that takes from thee Thy ftomach , pleasure , and thy golden fleep ? Why doft thou bend ...
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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.