The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, 5±Ç |
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... meet him in the court of heaven I shall not know him : therefore never , never Must I behold my pretty Arthur more . Pand . You hold too heinous a respect of grief . Const . He talks to me , that never had a son . long . I wish the ...
... meet him in the court of heaven I shall not know him : therefore never , never Must I behold my pretty Arthur more . Pand . You hold too heinous a respect of grief . Const . He talks to me , that never had a son . long . I wish the ...
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... meet him then . Sal . Or , rather then set forward : for ' twill be Two long days ' journey , lords , or e'er we meet . Enter the Bastard . Bast . Once more to - day well met , distemper'd3 lords ! The king , by me , requests your ...
... meet him then . Sal . Or , rather then set forward : for ' twill be Two long days ' journey , lords , or e'er we meet . Enter the Bastard . Bast . Once more to - day well met , distemper'd3 lords ! The king , by me , requests your ...
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... Meet in one line ; and vast confusion waits ( As doth a raven on a sick - fallen beast , ) The imminent decay of wrested pomp . * Now happy he , whose cloak and cincture can Hold out this tempest . Bear away that child , And follow me ...
... Meet in one line ; and vast confusion waits ( As doth a raven on a sick - fallen beast , ) The imminent decay of wrested pomp . * Now happy he , whose cloak and cincture can Hold out this tempest . Bear away that child , And follow me ...
83 ÆäÀÌÁö
... meet the French ; And from his holiness use all your power To stop their marches , ' fore we are inflam'd . Our discontented counties do revolt ; Our people quarrel with obedience ; Swearing allegiance , and the love of soul , To ...
... meet the French ; And from his holiness use all your power To stop their marches , ' fore we are inflam'd . Our discontented counties do revolt ; Our people quarrel with obedience ; Swearing allegiance , and the love of soul , To ...
84 ÆäÀÌÁö
... and make him tremble there ? O , let it not be said ! -Forage , and run To meet displeasure further from the doors ; And grapple with him , ere he come so nigh . K. John . The legate of the pope hath been 84 KING JOHN .
... and make him tremble there ? O , let it not be said ! -Forage , and run To meet displeasure further from the doors ; And grapple with him , ere he come so nigh . K. John . The legate of the pope hath been 84 KING JOHN .
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313 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 4. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? He that died o
385 ÆäÀÌÁö - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st 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?
163 ÆäÀÌÁö - And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings : — How some have been depos'd, some slain in war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd ; Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd ; All murder'd : — For within the hollow crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps death his court : and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state, and grinning...
385 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
228 ÆäÀÌÁö - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. 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, trimly...
64 ÆäÀÌÁö - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb ; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
226 ÆäÀÌÁö - And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
195 ÆäÀÌÁö - And thus still doing, thus he passed along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rode he the whilst ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
260 ÆäÀÌÁö - Should I turn upon the true prince ? Why, thou knowest, I am as valiant as Hercules: but beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct.
226 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.