The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volume 5J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... friends , Be ready , as your lives shall answer it , At Coventry , upon Saint Lambert's day ; There shall your swords and lances arbitrate The swelling difference of your settled hate ; Since we cannot atone2 you , we shall see Justice ...
... friends , Be ready , as your lives shall answer it , At Coventry , upon Saint Lambert's day ; There shall your swords and lances arbitrate The swelling difference of your settled hate ; Since we cannot atone2 you , we shall see Justice ...
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... friends . Mar. The appellant in all duty greets your highness , And craves to kiss your hand , and take his leave . K. Rich . We will descend , and fold him in our arms . Cousin of Hereford , as thy cause is right , So be thy fortune in ...
... friends . Mar. The appellant in all duty greets your highness , And craves to kiss your hand , and take his leave . K. Rich . We will descend , and fold him in our arms . Cousin of Hereford , as thy cause is right , So be thy fortune in ...
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... friends ? Boling . I have too few to take my leave of you , When the tongue's office should be prodigal To breathe the abundant dolour of the heart . Gaunt . Thy grief is but thy absence for a time . Boling . Joy absent , grief is ...
... friends ? Boling . I have too few to take my leave of you , When the tongue's office should be prodigal To breathe the abundant dolour of the heart . Gaunt . Thy grief is but thy absence for a time . Boling . Joy absent , grief is ...
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... friends . Ourself , and Bushy , Bagot here , and Green , Observ'd his courtship to the common people : - How he did seem to dive into their hearts , With humble and familiar courtesy ; -- What reverence he did throw away on slaves ...
... friends . Ourself , and Bushy , Bagot here , and Green , Observ'd his courtship to the common people : - How he did seem to dive into their hearts , With humble and familiar courtesy ; -- What reverence he did throw away on slaves ...
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... friends : his noble hand Did win what he did spend , and spent not that Which his triumphant father's hand had won : His hands were guilty of no kindred's blood , But bloody with the enemies of his kin . O , Richard ! York is too far ...
... friends : his noble hand Did win what he did spend , and spent not that Which his triumphant father's hand had won : His hands were guilty of no kindred's blood , But bloody with the enemies of his kin . O , Richard ! York is too far ...
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Page 30 - This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it,) Like to a tenement, or pelting farm : England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds...
Page 436 - 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 so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Page 281 - With deaf'ning clamours 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 352 - 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 124 - Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home ; He was perfumed like a milliner ; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and...
Page 208 - 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 4. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? He that died o
Page 281 - With deaf ning clamours 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?
Page 59 - No matter where ; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills...
Page 122 - 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 436 - Tomorrow is Saint Crispian " : Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say " These wounds I had on Crispin's day.