The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare,: According to the Improved Text of Edmund Malone, Including the Latest Revisions, : with a Life, Glossarial Notes, an Index, and One Hundred and Seventy Illustrations, from Designs by English Artists, Volume 7Henry G. Bohn, 1844 |
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... poor abuses of the time want countenance . Farewell : you shall find me in Eastcheap . P. Hen . Farewell , thou latter spring ! Farewell , All - hallown summer ! 2 [ Exit Falsta . ' The value of a coin called real or royal , on which ...
... poor abuses of the time want countenance . Farewell : you shall find me in Eastcheap . P. Hen . Farewell , thou latter spring ! Farewell , All - hallown summer ! 2 [ Exit Falsta . ' The value of a coin called real or royal , on which ...
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... poor jade is wrung in the withers out of all cess.2 Enter another CARRIER . 2 Car . Pease and beans are as dank 3 here as a dog , and that is the next way to give poor jades the The name of his horse . Measure . 3 Wet . bots . This ...
... poor jade is wrung in the withers out of all cess.2 Enter another CARRIER . 2 Car . Pease and beans are as dank 3 here as a dog , and that is the next way to give poor jades the The name of his horse . Measure . 3 Wet . bots . This ...
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... Poor fellow ! never joyed since the price of oats rose : it was the death of him . 2 2 Car . I think , this be the most villanous house in all London road for fleas . I am stung like a tench . 1 Car . Like a tench ? by the mass , there ...
... Poor fellow ! never joyed since the price of oats rose : it was the death of him . 2 2 Car . I think , this be the most villanous house in all London road for fleas . I am stung like a tench . 1 Car . Like a tench ? by the mass , there ...
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... . P. Hen . Where is it , Jack , where is it ? Fal . Where is it ? taken from us it is : a hundred upon poor four of us . P. Hen . What , a hundred , man ? Fal . I am a rogue , if I were 52 ACT II . KING HENRY IV . - PART I.
... . P. Hen . Where is it , Jack , where is it ? Fal . Where is it ? taken from us it is : a hundred upon poor four of us . P. Hen . What , a hundred , man ? Fal . I am a rogue , if I were 52 ACT II . KING HENRY IV . - PART I.
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... poor old Jack , then am I no two - legged creature . Poins . Pray God , you have not murdered some of them . Fal . Nay , that's past praying for ; for I have peppered two of them : two , I am sure , I have paid ; two rogues in buckram ...
... poor old Jack , then am I no two - legged creature . Poins . Pray God , you have not murdered some of them . Fal . Nay , that's past praying for ; for I have peppered two of them : two , I am sure , I have paid ; two rogues in buckram ...
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Page 202 - 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...
Page 378 - God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires. But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
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 287 - On this unworthy scaffold, to bring forth So great an object : Can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France ? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt...
Page 55 - Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal green, when it was so dark thou couldst not see thy hand.? come, tell us your reason; what sayest thou to this? Poins. Come, your reason, Jack, your reason, Fal. What, upon compulsion? No; were I at the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on compulsion!
Page 321 - 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 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 379 - To-morrow is Saint Crispian : ' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say ' These wounds I had on Crispin's day.
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 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...