The plays and poems of Shakespeare, according to the improved text of E. Malone, with notes and illustr., ed. by A.J. Valpy, Volume 7 |
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... horse , Uncertain of the issue any way . K. Hen . Here is a dear and true - industrious friend , Sir Walter Blunt , new lighted from his horse , Stain'd with the variation of each soil Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours ; And ...
... horse , Uncertain of the issue any way . K. Hen . Here is a dear and true - industrious friend , Sir Walter Blunt , new lighted from his horse , Stain'd with the variation of each soil Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours ; And ...
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... horses for yourselves : Gadshill lies to - night in Rochester ; I have bespoke supper to - morrow night in Eastcheap ; we may do it as secure as sleep . If you will go , I will stuff your purses full of crowns ; if you will not , tarry ...
... horses for yourselves : Gadshill lies to - night in Rochester ; I have bespoke supper to - morrow night in Eastcheap ; we may do it as secure as sleep . If you will go , I will stuff your purses full of crowns ; if you will not , tarry ...
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... horses , by our habits , and by every other appointment , to be ourselves . Poins . Tut ! our horses they shall not see , I'll tie them in the wood ; our visors we will change , after we leave them ; and , sirrah , I have cases of ...
... horses , by our habits , and by every other appointment , to be ourselves . Poins . Tut ! our horses they shall not see , I'll tie them in the wood ; our visors we will change , after we leave them ; and , sirrah , I have cases of ...
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... horse not packed . What , ostler ! Ost . [ within . ] Anon , anon . 1 Car . I pr'ythee , Tom , beat Cut's saddle ; put a few flocks in the point : the poor jade is wrung in the withers out of all cess.2 Enter another CARRIER . 2 Car ...
... horse not packed . What , ostler ! Ost . [ within . ] Anon , anon . 1 Car . I pr'ythee , Tom , beat Cut's saddle ; put a few flocks in the point : the poor jade is wrung in the withers out of all cess.2 Enter another CARRIER . 2 Car ...
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... horse , and he frets like a gummed velvet . P. Hen . Stand close . Enter FALSTAFF . Fal . Poins ! Poins , and be hanged ! Poins ! 1 Oiled , smoothed her over . P. Hen . Peace , ye fat - kidneyed rascal 36 ACT II . KING HENRY IV . - PART I.
... horse , and he frets like a gummed velvet . P. Hen . Stand close . Enter FALSTAFF . Fal . Poins ! Poins , and be hanged ! Poins ! 1 Oiled , smoothed her over . P. Hen . Peace , ye fat - kidneyed rascal 36 ACT II . KING HENRY IV . - PART I.
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Page 202 - Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafening clamour 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 99 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Page 331 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Page 28 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honor 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 honor by the locks; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities: But out upon this half-faced fellowship!
Page 287 - O, for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ; A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and, at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire Crouch for employment.
Page 331 - 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 201 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, 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 19 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds ' To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Page 120 - O gentlemen ! the time of life is short ; To spend that shortness basely were too long, If life did ride upon a dial's point, Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
Page 154 - Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me. The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent anything that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me: I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.