The Works of Shakespeare ...: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, 4±ÇH. Lintott, 1740 |
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... first head and spring . Further , I fay , and further will maintain Upon his bad Life to make all This good , That he did plot the Duke of Gloucester's death ; Suggeft his foon - believing adverfaries ; And confcquently , like a traitor ...
... first head and spring . Further , I fay , and further will maintain Upon his bad Life to make all This good , That he did plot the Duke of Gloucester's death ; Suggeft his foon - believing adverfaries ; And confcquently , like a traitor ...
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... Hereford's fpear , That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breaft ! Or , if misfortune mifs the first career , Be Mowbray's fins fo heavy in his bofom , That That they may break his foaming Courfer's back , And 1.2 . King RICHARD II .
... Hereford's fpear , That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breaft ! Or , if misfortune mifs the first career , Be Mowbray's fins fo heavy in his bofom , That That they may break his foaming Courfer's back , And 1.2 . King RICHARD II .
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... first wounded thee : A thousand flatt'rers fit within thy Crown , Whofe compass is no bigger than thy head , And yet ingaged in fo fmall a verge , Thy wafte is no whit leffer than thy Land . Oh , had thy Grandfire , with a prophet's eye ...
... first wounded thee : A thousand flatt'rers fit within thy Crown , Whofe compass is no bigger than thy head , And yet ingaged in fo fmall a verge , Thy wafte is no whit leffer than thy Land . Oh , had thy Grandfire , with a prophet's eye ...
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... first departing of the King for Ireland . If then we fhall fhake off our flavish yoak , Imp out our drooping Country's broken wing , Redeem from broking Pawn the blemish'd Crown , Wipe off the duft that hides our Scepter's gilt , And ...
... first departing of the King for Ireland . If then we fhall fhake off our flavish yoak , Imp out our drooping Country's broken wing , Redeem from broking Pawn the blemish'd Crown , Wipe off the duft that hides our Scepter's gilt , And ...
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... first and third Line rhyme to each other ; nor , do I imagine , This was cafual , but inten ded by the Poet . Were we to acknowledge the Line genuine , it muft argue the Poet of Forgetfulness in his own Plan ; and Inattention to Hiftory ...
... first and third Line rhyme to each other ; nor , do I imagine , This was cafual , but inten ded by the Poet . Were we to acknowledge the Line genuine , it muft argue the Poet of Forgetfulness in his own Plan ; and Inattention to Hiftory ...
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104 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 drowne'd honour by the locks...
272 ÆäÀÌÁö - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
222 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...
23 ÆäÀÌÁö - This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm...
334 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
224 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.
165 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
99 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...
52 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an alms-man's gown, My...
223 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.