The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with Cutts, Volume 4J. Tonson, 1714 |
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Page 47
... Shal . And how doth my Coufin , your Bed - fellow ? and your fairest Daughter , and mine , my God - Daughter Ellin ? Sil . Alas , a black Ouzel , Coufin Shallow . Shal . By yea and nay , Sir , I dare fay my Coufin William is become a ...
... Shal . And how doth my Coufin , your Bed - fellow ? and your fairest Daughter , and mine , my God - Daughter Ellin ? Sil . Alas , a black Ouzel , Coufin Shallow . Shal . By yea and nay , Sir , I dare fay my Coufin William is become a ...
Page 48
... Shal . Certain , ' tis certain , very fure , very fure : Death is certain to all , all fhall Die . How , a good Yoke of Bul- locks at Stamford Fair ? Sil . Truly , Cousin , I was not there . Shal . Death is certain . Is Old Double of ...
... Shal . Certain , ' tis certain , very fure , very fure : Death is certain to all , all fhall Die . How , a good Yoke of Bul- locks at Stamford Fair ? Sil . Truly , Cousin , I was not there . Shal . Death is certain . Is Old Double of ...
Page 49
... Shal . It is very juft : Look , here comes good Sir John . Give me your Hand , give me your Worfhip's good Hand : Truft me , you look well , and bear your Years very well . Welcome , good Sir John . Fal . I am glad to fee you well ...
... Shal . It is very juft : Look , here comes good Sir John . Give me your Hand , give me your Worfhip's good Hand : Truft me , you look well , and bear your Years very well . Welcome , good Sir John . Fal . I am glad to fee you well ...
Page 50
... Shal . Do you like him , Sir John ? Fal . Shadow will ferve for Summer , prick him ; for we have a number of Shadows to fill up the Mufter - Book . Shal . Thomas Wart . Fal . Where's he ? Wart . Here , Sir . Fal . Is thy Name Wart ...
... Shal . Do you like him , Sir John ? Fal . Shadow will ferve for Summer , prick him ; for we have a number of Shadows to fill up the Mufter - Book . Shal . Thomas Wart . Fal . Where's he ? Wart . Here , Sir . Fal . Is thy Name Wart ...
Page 51
... Shal . Peter Bulcalf of the Green . Fal . Yea , marry , let us fee Bulcalf . Bul . Here , Sir . Who is the Fal . Trust me , a likely Fellow . Come prick me Bul- calf , ' till he roar again . Bul . Oh , good my Lord Captain . Fal . What ...
... Shal . Peter Bulcalf of the Green . Fal . Yea , marry , let us fee Bulcalf . Bul . Here , Sir . Who is the Fal . Trust me , a likely Fellow . Come prick me Bul- calf , ' till he roar again . Bul . Oh , good my Lord Captain . Fal . What ...
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Page 103 - 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 66 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Page 151 - 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...
Page 44 - 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. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Page 103 - 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 hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
Page 367 - 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...
Page 367 - 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...
Page 150 - My cousin Westmoreland ? No, my fair cousin. If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
Page 122 - And you, good yeomen, 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.
Page 165 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him I much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.