The Works of Shakespear: In Eight Volumes, 4±ÇJ. and P. Knapton, 1747 |
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... Sword may prove . Mowb . Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal ; ' Tis not the tryal of a woman's war , The bitter clamour of two eager tongues , Can arbitrate this caufe betwixt us twain ; The blood is hot , that must be cool'd for ...
... Sword may prove . Mowb . Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal ; ' Tis not the tryal of a woman's war , The bitter clamour of two eager tongues , Can arbitrate this caufe betwixt us twain ; The blood is hot , that must be cool'd for ...
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... Sword I fwear , Which gently laid my Knighthood on my shoulder , I'll answer thee in any fair degree , Or chivalrous defign of knightly tryal ; And when I mount , alive may I not light , If I be traitor , or unjustly fight ! K. Rich ...
... Sword I fwear , Which gently laid my Knighthood on my shoulder , I'll answer thee in any fair degree , Or chivalrous defign of knightly tryal ; And when I mount , alive may I not light , If I be traitor , or unjustly fight ! K. Rich ...
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... Swords and Lances arbitrate The fwelling diff'rence of your fettled hate : 4 Or with pale beggar face- ] i . e . with a face of fupplication . But this will not fatisfy the Oxford Editor , he turns it to bag- gard fear . 5 The flavish ...
... Swords and Lances arbitrate The fwelling diff'rence of your fettled hate : 4 Or with pale beggar face- ] i . e . with a face of fupplication . But this will not fatisfy the Oxford Editor , he turns it to bag- gard fear . 5 The flavish ...
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... swords ; 7 And for we think , the eagle - winged pride Of sky - afpiring and ambitious thoughts With rival - hating Envy fet you on , To wake our Peace , which in our country's cradle Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle fleep ...
... swords ; 7 And for we think , the eagle - winged pride Of sky - afpiring and ambitious thoughts With rival - hating Envy fet you on , To wake our Peace , which in our country's cradle Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle fleep ...
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... swords ; Which thus rouz'd up , -fright fair Peace . This is fenfe . But Mr. Pope , who carefully examined the first printed plays in Quarto , ( very much to the advantage of his Edi- tion ) coming to this place , found five lines , in ...
... swords ; Which thus rouz'd up , -fright fair Peace . This is fenfe . But Mr. Pope , who carefully examined the first printed plays in Quarto , ( very much to the advantage of his Edi- tion ) coming to this place , found five lines , in ...
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117 ÆäÀÌÁö - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour 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 honour by the locks ; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities : But out upon this half-faced fellowship ! Wor.
187 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.
392 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
52 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 at his pomp...
411 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!
281 ÆäÀÌÁö - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
249 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
187 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. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
252 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...