The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, Volume 4 |
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... Prince . The Action of the Drama be- . towards the End of the Year gins with Bolingbroke's appeal 1400 , or the Beginning of the ing the Duke of Norfolk , on an enfuing Year . THEOBALD . If he appeal the Duke on ancient malice , Or B 2 ...
... Prince . The Action of the Drama be- . towards the End of the Year gins with Bolingbroke's appeal 1400 , or the Beginning of the ing the Duke of Norfolk , on an enfuing Year . THEOBALD . If he appeal the Duke on ancient malice , Or B 2 ...
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William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson. Of whom thy father , Prince of Wales , was firft ; In war , was never Lion rag'd more fierce , In peace , was never gentle Lamb more mild , Than was that young and princely Gentleman : His face thou ...
William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson. Of whom thy father , Prince of Wales , was firft ; In war , was never Lion rag'd more fierce , In peace , was never gentle Lamb more mild , Than was that young and princely Gentleman : His face thou ...
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... Prince , and many more Of noble blood in this declining Land ; The King is not himself , but bafely led By flatterers ; and what they will inform Merely in hate ' gainst any of us all , That will the King feverely profecute ' Gainft us ...
... Prince , and many more Of noble blood in this declining Land ; The King is not himself , but bafely led By flatterers ; and what they will inform Merely in hate ' gainst any of us all , That will the King feverely profecute ' Gainft us ...
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... Prince , that young Mars of men , From forth the ranks of many thoufand French ; Oh ! then , how quickly fhould this arm of mine , And oftentation of DESPISED arms But fure the often- tation of defpifed arms would not fright any one ...
... Prince , that young Mars of men , From forth the ranks of many thoufand French ; Oh ! then , how quickly fhould this arm of mine , And oftentation of DESPISED arms But fure the often- tation of defpifed arms would not fright any one ...
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... Prince , a royal King , A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments , By you unhappy'd , and disfigur'd clean . You have , in manner , with your finful hours Made a divorce betwixt his Queen and him ; Broke the Poffeffion of a royal Bed ...
... Prince , a royal King , A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments , By you unhappy'd , and disfigur'd clean . You have , in manner , with your finful hours Made a divorce betwixt his Queen and him ; Broke the Poffeffion of a royal Bed ...
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Page 134 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities : But out upon this half-faced fellowship ! Wor.
Page 287 - 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 111 - 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 28 - This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, Is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds : That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Page 299 - 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 215 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Page 468 - O God, thy arm was here, And not to us, but to thy arm alone, Ascribe we all. When, without stratagem, But in plain shock, and even play of battle, Was ever known so great and little loss On one part and on the other ? — Take it, God, For it is only thine ! Exe.
Page 406 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Page 407 - And you, good yeomen, 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. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit; and upon this charge Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!
Page 28 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...