The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left, Volume 2S. Andrus, 1829 |
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... death ! Henry the Fifth , too famous to live long ! England ne'er lost a king of so much worth . to Glo . England ne'er had a king , until his time . Virtue he had , deserving to command : His brandish'd sword did blind men with his ...
... death ! Henry the Fifth , too famous to live long ! England ne'er lost a king of so much worth . to Glo . England ne'er had a king , until his time . Virtue he had , deserving to command : His brandish'd sword did blind men with his ...
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... death , Rather than I would be so pil'd esteem'd . ' In fine , redeem'd I was as I desir'd . But , O ! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart ! Whom with my bare fists I would execute , If I now had him brought into my power . Sal ...
... death , Rather than I would be so pil'd esteem'd . ' In fine , redeem'd I was as I desir'd . But , O ! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart ! Whom with my bare fists I would execute , If I now had him brought into my power . Sal ...
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... death . Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight , And his achievements of no less account ; Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears , To give their censure1 of these rare reports . Enter Messenger and Talbot . Mess . Madam ...
... death . Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight , And his achievements of no less account ; Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears , To give their censure1 of these rare reports . Enter Messenger and Talbot . Mess . Madam ...
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... death , ' Nestor - like aged , in an age of care , Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer . spent , - Wax dim , as drawing to their exigent : 2 Weak shoulders , overborne with burd'ning And pithless arms , like to a wither'd vine , That ...
... death , ' Nestor - like aged , in an age of care , Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer . spent , - Wax dim , as drawing to their exigent : 2 Weak shoulders , overborne with burd'ning And pithless arms , like to a wither'd vine , That ...
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... death ; Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood . But I'll unto his majesty , and crave I may have liberty to venge this wrong ; When thou shalt see , I'll meet thee to thy cost . Ver . Well , miscreant , I'll be there as soon ...
... death ; Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood . But I'll unto his majesty , and crave I may have liberty to venge this wrong ; When thou shalt see , I'll meet thee to thy cost . Ver . Well , miscreant , I'll be there as soon ...
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Page 242 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Page 430 - No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Page 396 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Page 419 - tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Page 384 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses, and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
Page 259 - Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description...
Page 403 - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Page 280 - Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath : husband, I come : Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire and air ; my other elements I give to baser life.
Page 67 - When this is known, then to divide the times: So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years...
Page 135 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.