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, 6±Ç |
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... shame , to talk of mercy ; For your own reasons turn into your bosoms , As dogs upon their masters , worrying them.- See you , my princes , and my noble peers , These English monsters ! My lord of Cambridge here , - You know , how apt ...
... shame , to talk of mercy ; For your own reasons turn into your bosoms , As dogs upon their masters , worrying them.- See you , my princes , and my noble peers , These English monsters ! My lord of Cambridge here , - You know , how apt ...
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... shame , When Cressy battle fatally was struck , And all our princes captiv'd , by the hand Of that black name , Edward black prince of Wales ; Whiles that his mountain sire , on mountain standing , Up in the air , crown'd with the ...
... shame , When Cressy battle fatally was struck , And all our princes captiv'd , by the hand Of that black name , Edward black prince of Wales ; Whiles that his mountain sire , on mountain standing , Up in the air , crown'd with the ...
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... shame to stand still ; it is shame , by my hand : and there is throats to be cut , and works to be done ; and there ish nothing done , so Chrish sa ' me , la . Jamy . By the mess , ere theise eyes of mine take themselves to slumber ...
... shame to stand still ; it is shame , by my hand : and there is throats to be cut , and works to be done ; and there ish nothing done , so Chrish sa ' me , la . Jamy . By the mess , ere theise eyes of mine take themselves to slumber ...
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... shame Do not run away . Con . Sits mocking in our plumes . - Omeschante fortune ! - [ A short Alarum . Why , all our ranks are broke . Dau . O perdurable shame ! ' - let's stab ourselves . 10 perdurable shame ! ] Perdurable is lasting ...
... shame Do not run away . Con . Sits mocking in our plumes . - Omeschante fortune ! - [ A short Alarum . Why , all our ranks are broke . Dau . O perdurable shame ! ' - let's stab ourselves . 10 perdurable shame ! ] Perdurable is lasting ...
97 ÆäÀÌÁö
... Shame , and eternal shame , nothing but shame ! Let us die instant : Once more back again ; And he that will not follow Bourbon now , Let him go hence , and , with his cap in hand , Like a base pander , hold the chamber - door , Whilst ...
... Shame , and eternal shame , nothing but shame ! Let us die instant : Once more back again ; And he that will not follow Bourbon now , Let him go hence , and , with his cap in hand , Like a base pander , hold the chamber - door , Whilst ...
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1 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
41 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favored rage.
418 ÆäÀÌÁö - I smile, And cry, content, to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions. I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall, I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk ; I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, Deceive more slily than Ulysses could, And like a Sinon take another Troy. I can add colours to the...
84 ÆäÀÌÁö - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
84 ÆäÀÌÁö - Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd : This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me, Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er...
398 ÆäÀÌÁö - O God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live. When this is known, then to divide the times: So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many...
161 ÆäÀÌÁö - In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts : Let him that is a true-born gentleman And stands upon the honour of his birth, If he suppose that I have pleaded truth. From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. 30 Som. Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer, But dare maintain the party of the truth, Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
2 ÆäÀÌÁö - Whose high, upreared and abutting fronts The perilous, narrow ocean parts asunder. Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts: Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance ; Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...