The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, from the Text of Johnson, Stevens and Reed: With Glossarial Notes, Life, &c, Volume 3Routledge, Warne & Routledge, 1862 |
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... fall of blood ; whose guiltless drops Are every one a woe , a sore complaint , ' Gainst him , whose wrongs give edge unto the swords That make such waste in brief mortality . Under this conjuration , speak , my lord : And we will hear ...
... fall of blood ; whose guiltless drops Are every one a woe , a sore complaint , ' Gainst him , whose wrongs give edge unto the swords That make such waste in brief mortality . Under this conjuration , speak , my lord : And we will hear ...
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... the tennis - court into which the ball is sometimes struck . At tennis , the spot where a ball falls , beyond which the adversary must strike his ball to gain a point . His jest will savour but of shallow wit , When 10 LACT I. KING HENRY V.
... the tennis - court into which the ball is sometimes struck . At tennis , the spot where a ball falls , beyond which the adversary must strike his ball to gain a point . His jest will savour but of shallow wit , When 10 LACT I. KING HENRY V.
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... fall hath left a kind of blot , To mark the full - fraught man , and best indued , †† With some suspicion . I will weep for thee ; For this revolt of thine , methinks , is like Another fall of man . - Their faults are open , Arrest them ...
... fall hath left a kind of blot , To mark the full - fraught man , and best indued , †† With some suspicion . I will weep for thee ; For this revolt of thine , methinks , is like Another fall of man . - Their faults are open , Arrest them ...
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... fall into the hand Of hot and forcing violation ? What rein can hold licentious wickedness , When down the hill he holds his fierce career ? We may as bootless spend our vain command Upon the enraged soldiers in their spoil , As send ...
... fall into the hand Of hot and forcing violation ? What rein can hold licentious wickedness , When down the hill he holds his fierce career ? We may as bootless spend our vain command Upon the enraged soldiers in their spoil , As send ...
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... fall . SCENE VI . - The English Camp in Picardy . Enter GOWER and FLUELLEN . [ Exeunt . Gow . How now , captain Fluellen ? come you from the bridge ? Flu . I assure you , there is very excellent service committed at the pridge . Gow ...
... fall . SCENE VI . - The English Camp in Picardy . Enter GOWER and FLUELLEN . [ Exeunt . Gow . How now , captain Fluellen ? come you from the bridge ? Flu . I assure you , there is very excellent service committed at the pridge . Gow ...
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Page 47 - God's will ! I pray thee, wish not one man more. 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 24 - 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 24 - 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, Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect...
Page 282 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Page 282 - I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick, Who cried aloud " What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ?
Page 393 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr ! Serve the King ; And, — -pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny ; 'tis the King's : my robe, And my integrity to Heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell ! Had...
Page 222 - God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain ; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Page 8 - 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; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly...