The plays and poems of Shakspeare [according to the text of E. Malone] with notes and 170 illustr. from the plates in Boydell's ed., ed. by A.J. Valpy, Volume 7 |
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... fear'd , than my condition ; Which hath been smooth as oil , soft as young down , And therefore lost that title of respect , 1 Which the proud soul ne'er pays , but to the proud . Wor . Our house , my sovereign liege , little de- serves ...
... fear'd , than my condition ; Which hath been smooth as oil , soft as young down , And therefore lost that title of respect , 1 Which the proud soul ne'er pays , but to the proud . Wor . Our house , my sovereign liege , little de- serves ...
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... fears , When they have lost and forfeited themselves ? No , on the barren mountains let him starve ; For I shall never hold that man my friend , Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost To ransom home revolted Mortimer . Hot ...
... fears , When they have lost and forfeited themselves ? No , on the barren mountains let him starve ; For I shall never hold that man my friend , Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost To ransom home revolted Mortimer . Hot ...
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... fear So strongly , that they dare not meet each other : Each takes his fellow for an officer . Away , good Ned . Falstaff sweats to death , And lards the lean earth as he walks along : Were ' t not for laughing , I should pity him ...
... fear So strongly , that they dare not meet each other : Each takes his fellow for an officer . Away , good Ned . Falstaff sweats to death , And lards the lean earth as he walks along : Were ' t not for laughing , I should pity him ...
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... fear and cold heart , will he to the king , and lay open all our proceedings . O , I could divide myself , and go`to buffets , for moving such a dish of skimmed milk with so honorable an action ! Hang him ! let him tell the king : we ...
... fear and cold heart , will he to the king , and lay open all our proceedings . O , I could divide myself , and go`to buffets , for moving such a dish of skimmed milk with so honorable an action ! Hang him ! let him tell the king : we ...
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... fear , my brother Mortimer doth stir About his title , and hath sent for you To line 1 his enterprise ; but if you go Hot . So far afoot , I shall be weary , love . 2 Lady P. Come , come , you paraquito , answer me Directly to this ...
... fear , my brother Mortimer doth stir About his title , and hath sent for you To line 1 his enterprise ; but if you go Hot . So far afoot , I shall be weary , love . 2 Lady P. Come , come , you paraquito , answer me Directly to this ...
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Page 350 - 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.
Page 184 - Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafening clamour 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.
Page 274 - 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 114 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : — this earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
Page 43 - Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal green, when it was so dark thou couldst not see thy hand.? come, tell us your reason; what sayest thou to this? Poins. Come, your reason, Jack, your reason, Fal. What, upon compulsion? No; were I at the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on compulsion!
Page 299 - 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...
Page 265 - 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, Leashed in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, Crouch for employment.
Page 5 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds ' To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Page 132 - 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 351 - Tomorrow is Saint Crispian " : Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say " These wounds I had on Crispin's day.