Shakespeare's Plays: With His Life, Volume 1Harper & Brothers, 1847 |
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... peace , he was not able to write . The records of the borough establish that in 1565 , when John Wheler was called upon by nineteen aldermen and burgesses to undertake the duties of bailiff , John Shakespeare was among twelve other ...
... peace , he was not able to write . The records of the borough establish that in 1565 , when John Wheler was called upon by nineteen aldermen and burgesses to undertake the duties of bailiff , John Shakespeare was among twelve other ...
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... Peace , & c . Whereas the Queene , our dearest wife , hath for her pleasure and recreation appointed her servaunts Robert Daiborne , & c . , to provide and bring upp a convenient nomber of children , who shall be called the Children of ...
... Peace , & c . Whereas the Queene , our dearest wife , hath for her pleasure and recreation appointed her servaunts Robert Daiborne , & c . , to provide and bring upp a convenient nomber of children , who shall be called the Children of ...
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... peace of heaven is theirs , that lift their swords In such a just and charitable war . K. Phi . Well then , to work . Our cannon shall be bent Against the brows of this resisting town : - Call for our chiefest men of discipline , To ...
... peace of heaven is theirs , that lift their swords In such a just and charitable war . K. Phi . Well then , to work . Our cannon shall be bent Against the brows of this resisting town : - Call for our chiefest men of discipline , To ...
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... Peace be to France ; if France in peace permit Our just and lineal entrance to our own : If not , bleed France , and peace ascend to heaven ; Whiles we , God's wrathful agent , do correct Their proud contempt that beats his peace to ...
... Peace be to France ; if France in peace permit Our just and lineal entrance to our own : If not , bleed France , and peace ascend to heaven ; Whiles we , God's wrathful agent , do correct Their proud contempt that beats his peace to ...
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... Peace ! Bast . Aust . Hear the crier . What the devil art thou ? Bast . One that will play the devil , sir , with you , An ' a may catch your hide and you alone . You are the hare of whom the proverb goes , Whose valour plucks dead ...
... Peace ! Bast . Aust . Hear the crier . What the devil art thou ? Bast . One that will play the devil , sir , with you , An ' a may catch your hide and you alone . You are the hare of whom the proverb goes , Whose valour plucks dead ...
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Shakespeare's Plays: With His Life, Volume 2 John Payne Collier,Charles Knight No preview available - 2015 |
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Page 12 - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose well...
Page 44 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 97 - My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Page 25 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Page 11 - 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 ; 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...
Page 17 - Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it ? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly?
Page 97 - To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor Muse can praise too much. 'Tis true, and all men's suffrage.
Page 98 - AN EPITAPH ON THE ADMIRABLE DRAMATIC POET, W. SHAKESPEARE. WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a livelong monument. For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart • Hath, from the...