The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... keeps ; and fends me word , I fhall have none but Mordake earl of Fife . Weft . This is his uncle's teaching , this is Worcester , Malevolent to you in all aspects ; Which makes him prune himself , and bristle up The creft of youth ...
... keeps ; and fends me word , I fhall have none but Mordake earl of Fife . Weft . This is his uncle's teaching , this is Worcester , Malevolent to you in all aspects ; Which makes him prune himself , and bristle up The creft of youth ...
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... keeping thy word with the devil . P. Hen . Elfe he had been damn'd for cozening the devil . Poins . But , my lads , my lads , to - morrow morning , by four o'clock , early at Gadshill : There are pilgrims going to Canterbury with rich ...
... keeping thy word with the devil . P. Hen . Elfe he had been damn'd for cozening the devil . Poins . But , my lads , my lads , to - morrow morning , by four o'clock , early at Gadshill : There are pilgrims going to Canterbury with rich ...
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... keep them all ; By heaven , he shall not have a Scot of them : No , if a Scot would fave his foul , he shall not : I'll keep them , by this hand . You ftart away , Wor . And lend no ear unto my purposes.- Those prisoners you shall keep ...
... keep them all ; By heaven , he shall not have a Scot of them : No , if a Scot would fave his foul , he shall not : I'll keep them , by this hand . You ftart away , Wor . And lend no ear unto my purposes.- Those prisoners you shall keep ...
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... keep that for the hangman ; for , I know , thou worship'ft faint Nicholas as truly as a man of falsehood may . Gads . What talk'ft thou to me of the hangman ? if I bang , I'll make a fat pair of gallows : for , if I hang , old fir John ...
... keep that for the hangman ; for , I know , thou worship'ft faint Nicholas as truly as a man of falsehood may . Gads . What talk'ft thou to me of the hangman ? if I bang , I'll make a fat pair of gallows : for , if I hang , old fir John ...
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... keep ? Fal . Where's Poins , Hal ? P. Hen . He is walk'd up to the top of the hill ; I'll go feek him . [ Pretends to feek POINS . Fal . I am accurft to rob in that thief's company : the rafcal hath removed my horfe , and tied him I ...
... keep ? Fal . Where's Poins , Hal ? P. Hen . He is walk'd up to the top of the hill ; I'll go feek him . [ Pretends to feek POINS . Fal . I am accurft to rob in that thief's company : the rafcal hath removed my horfe , and tied him I ...
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Page 92 - 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.
Page 37 - 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; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood...
Page 92 - 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
Page 82 - Tut, tut ! good enough to toss ; food for powder, food for powder ; they'll fill a pit, as well as better ; tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.
Page 78 - His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Page 60 - 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...
Page 52 - 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.
Page 38 - 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 51 - 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? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Page 8 - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt...