The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... horse , Uncertain of the iffue any way . K. Henry . Here is a dear and true induftrious friend , Sir Walter Blunt , new lighted from his horse , Stain'd with the variation of each foil Betwixt that Holmedon , and this feat of ours : And ...
... horse , Uncertain of the iffue any way . K. Henry . Here is a dear and true induftrious friend , Sir Walter Blunt , new lighted from his horse , Stain'd with the variation of each foil Betwixt that Holmedon , and this feat of ours : And ...
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... horse , good King's fon . P. Henry . Out , you rogue , fhall I be your oftler ? Fal . Go hang thy felf in thy own heir - apparent garters ; if I be ta'en , I'll peach for this ; an I have not ballads made on you all , and fung to filthy ...
... horse , good King's fon . P. Henry . Out , you rogue , fhall I be your oftler ? Fal . Go hang thy felf in thy own heir - apparent garters ; if I be ta'en , I'll peach for this ; an I have not ballads made on you all , and fung to filthy ...
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... horse ! What fay'ft thou , Kate ? what wouldst thou have with me ? Lady . Do ye not love me ? do you not indeed ? Well , do not then . For fince you love me not , I will not love my felf . Do you not love me ? Nay , tell me if you speak ...
... horse ! What fay'ft thou , Kate ? what wouldst thou have with me ? Lady . Do ye not love me ? do you not indeed ? Well , do not then . For fince you love me not , I will not love my felf . Do you not love me ? Nay , tell me if you speak ...
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... horse - back - breaker , this huge hill of flesh , Fal . Away , you ftarveling , you Eel - skin , you dry'd neats- tongue , bulls - pizzel , you stock - fish : O for breath to utter what is like thee ! You taylor's yard , you sheath ...
... horse - back - breaker , this huge hill of flesh , Fal . Away , you ftarveling , you Eel - skin , you dry'd neats- tongue , bulls - pizzel , you stock - fish : O for breath to utter what is like thee ! You taylor's yard , you sheath ...
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... horse . P. Henry . Hark , how hard he fetches his breath : fearch his pockets . [ He fearches his pockets , and finds certain papers . What haft thou found ? Peto . Nothing but papers , my Lord . P. Henry . Let's fee , what be they ...
... horse . P. Henry . Hark , how hard he fetches his breath : fearch his pockets . [ He fearches his pockets , and finds certain papers . What haft thou found ? Peto . Nothing but papers , my Lord . P. Henry . Let's fee , what be they ...
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231 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...
245 ÆäÀÌÁö - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in: As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him!
122 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
195 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
230 ÆäÀÌÁö - My cousin Westmoreland ? No, my fair cousin. If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
74 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
123 ÆäÀÌÁö - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd ; The which observ'd, 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. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
14 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
146 ÆäÀÌÁö - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
183 ÆäÀÌÁö - To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.