The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Page 33
... wilt , if manhood , good manhood , be not forgot upon the face of the earth , then am I a fhotten herring : there live not three good men unhang'd in England , and one of them is fat and grows old , God help the while , a bad world I ...
... wilt , if manhood , good manhood , be not forgot upon the face of the earth , then am I a fhotten herring : there live not three good men unhang'd in England , and one of them is fat and grows old , God help the while , a bad world I ...
Page 39
... wilt be horribly chid to - morrow , when thou com'ft to thy father : if thou do love me , practise an answer . P. Henry . Do thou ftand for my father , and examine me upon the particulars of my life . Fal . Shall I ? content : this ...
... wilt be horribly chid to - morrow , when thou com'ft to thy father : if thou do love me , practise an answer . P. Henry . Do thou ftand for my father , and examine me upon the particulars of my life . Fal . Shall I ? content : this ...
Page 57
... pocket pickt : this houfe is turn'd bawdy- houfe , they pick pockets . P. Henry . What didft thou lofe , Jack ? Fal . Wilt thou believe me , Hal ? three or four bonds of of forty pound a - piece , and a feal King HENRY IV . 57.
... pocket pickt : this houfe is turn'd bawdy- houfe , they pick pockets . P. Henry . What didft thou lofe , Jack ? Fal . Wilt thou believe me , Hal ? three or four bonds of of forty pound a - piece , and a feal King HENRY IV . 57.
Page 78
... wilt . P. Henry . Give it me : what , is it in the cafe ? Fal . Ay , Hal , ' tis hot . There's that will fack a city . [ The Prince draws out a bottle of Sack . P. Henry . What , is't a time to jeft and dally now ? [ Throws it at him ...
... wilt . P. Henry . Give it me : what , is it in the cafe ? Fal . Ay , Hal , ' tis hot . There's that will fack a city . [ The Prince draws out a bottle of Sack . P. Henry . What , is't a time to jeft and dally now ? [ Throws it at him ...
Page 104
... Wilt thou ? wilt thou ? thou baftardly rogue . Murder , murder ! O thou * hony - fuckle villain , wilt thou kill God's officers and the King's ? O thou * hony - feed rogue , thou art a hony - feed , a man - queller , and a woman ...
... Wilt thou ? wilt thou ? thou baftardly rogue . Murder , murder ! O thou * hony - fuckle villain , wilt thou kill God's officers and the King's ? O thou * hony - feed rogue , thou art a hony - feed , a man - queller , and a woman ...
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Page 231 - 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 245 - 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!
Page 122 - 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 195 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Page 230 - 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 74 - 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 123 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd ; The which observ'd, 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 14 - But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Page 146 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Page 183 - 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.