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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... never Englishman durft fet his foot . Mean time , let this defend my Loyalty ; By all my hopes , most falsly doth he lie . Boling . Pale trembling Coward , there I throw my Gage , Disclaiming here the kindred of a King , And lay afide ...
... never Englishman durft fet his foot . Mean time , let this defend my Loyalty ; By all my hopes , most falsly doth he lie . Boling . Pale trembling Coward , there I throw my Gage , Disclaiming here the kindred of a King , And lay afide ...
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... Never did Captive with a freer heart Caft off his chains of bondage , and embrace His golden uncontroul'd enfranchisement , More than my dancing foul doth celebrate This Feaft of battle , with mine adverfary . Moft mighty Liege , and my ...
... Never did Captive with a freer heart Caft off his chains of bondage , and embrace His golden uncontroul'd enfranchisement , More than my dancing foul doth celebrate This Feaft of battle , with mine adverfary . Moft mighty Liege , and my ...
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... never to return , Breathe I against thee , upon pain of life . Mowb . A heavy Sentence , my moft fovereign Liege , And all unlook'd for from your Highnefs ' mouth . A dearer merit , not fo deep a maim , ✦ As to be caft forth in the ...
... never to return , Breathe I against thee , upon pain of life . Mowb . A heavy Sentence , my moft fovereign Liege , And all unlook'd for from your Highnefs ' mouth . A dearer merit , not fo deep a maim , ✦ As to be caft forth in the ...
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... never shall , fo help you truth , and heav'n ! Embrace each other's love in Banifhment ; Nor ever look upon each other's face , Nor ever write , regreet , or reconcile This low'ring tempeft of your home - bred hate ; Nor ever by advised ...
... never shall , fo help you truth , and heav'n ! Embrace each other's love in Banifhment ; Nor ever look upon each other's face , Nor ever write , regreet , or reconcile This low'ring tempeft of your home - bred hate ; Nor ever by advised ...
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... never rankle more Than when it bites , but lanceth not the fore . Gaunt . Come , come , my fon , I'll bring thee on thy way ; Had I thy Youth , and Caufe , I would not stay . Boling . Then , England's Ground , farewel ; fweet foil ...
... never rankle more Than when it bites , but lanceth not the fore . Gaunt . Come , come , my fon , I'll bring thee on thy way ; Had I thy Youth , and Caufe , I would not stay . Boling . Then , England's Ground , farewel ; fweet foil ...
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Page 134 - By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd 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...
Page 125 - 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...
Page 215 - 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 290 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, 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.
Page 447 - 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 405 - 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 288 - 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 58 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit. As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Page 320 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Page 99 - Ha, ha! keep time. How sour sweet music is When time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives.