The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies left by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes from the most eminent commentors by A. Chalmers, Volume 5 |
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... thou would'st say , - half his Troy was burn'd : ere he his tongue , ere thou report'st it . Your son did thus , and thus : Your brother thus : so fought the noble Douglas ; Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds : But in the end ...
... thou would'st say , - half his Troy was burn'd : ere he his tongue , ere thou report'st it . Your son did thus , and thus : Your brother thus : so fought the noble Douglas ; Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds : But in the end ...
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... thou fond many ! with what loud applause Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke , Before he was what thou would'st have him be ? And being now trimm'd in thine own desires , Thou , beastly feeder , art so full of him , That thou ...
... thou fond many ! with what loud applause Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke , Before he was what thou would'st have him be ? And being now trimm'd in thine own desires , Thou , beastly feeder , art so full of him , That thou ...
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... thou ? thou bastardly rogue ! — Murder , murder ! O thou honeysuckle vil- lain ! wilt thou kill God's officers , and the king's ? O thou honey - seed rogue 3 ! thou art a honey - seed ; a man queller , and a woman queller . 2 lubbar's ...
... thou ? thou bastardly rogue ! — Murder , murder ! O thou honeysuckle vil- lain ! wilt thou kill God's officers , and the king's ? O thou honey - seed rogue 3 ! thou art a honey - seed ; a man queller , and a woman queller . 2 lubbar's ...
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... thou ? thou wo't , wo't thou ? do , do , thou rogue ! do , thou hemp - seed ! Fal . Away , you scullion ! you rampallian ! you fus- tilarian ! I'll tickle your catastrophe . Enter the Lord Chief Justice , attended . Ch . Just . What's ...
... thou ? thou wo't , wo't thou ? do , do , thou rogue ! do , thou hemp - seed ! Fal . Away , you scullion ! you rampallian ! you fus- tilarian ! I'll tickle your catastrophe . Enter the Lord Chief Justice , attended . Ch . Just . What's ...
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... thou wert an honest man , thyself , and the money too . Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel - gilt goblet3 , sitting in my Dolphin - chamber , at the round table , by a sea - coal fire , upon Wednesday in Whitsun - week † , when the ...
... thou wert an honest man , thyself , and the money too . Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel - gilt goblet3 , sitting in my Dolphin - chamber , at the round table , by a sea - coal fire , upon Wednesday in Whitsun - week † , when the ...
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Page 167 - 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...
Page 129 - 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.
Page 141 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor...
Page 168 - Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit; and upon this charge Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!
Page 54 - 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?
Page 168 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Page 208 - 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...
Page 15 - Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me. The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent anything that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me: I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
Page 507 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? * O, yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. * And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, * His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, * His wonted sleep .under a fresh tree's shade, * All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, * Is far beyond a prince's delicates, * His viands sparkling in a golden cup, * His body couched in a curious bed, * When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Page 54 - 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...