The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... face he turn`d an eye of death , Trembling even at the name of Mortimer . Wor . I cannot blame him : Was he not proclaim'd , By Richard that dead is , the next of blood ? North . He was ; I heard the proclamation : And then it was ...
... face he turn`d an eye of death , Trembling even at the name of Mortimer . Wor . I cannot blame him : Was he not proclaim'd , By Richard that dead is , the next of blood ? North . He was ; I heard the proclamation : And then it was ...
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... face Of that occafion that fhall bring it on . Hot . I fmell it ; upon my life , it will do well . North . Before the game's afoot , thou ftill let'ft flip . Hot . Why , it cannot choose but be a noble plot : - And then the power of ...
... face Of that occafion that fhall bring it on . Hot . I fmell it ; upon my life , it will do well . North . Before the game's afoot , thou ftill let'ft flip . Hot . Why , it cannot choose but be a noble plot : - And then the power of ...
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... face strange motions have appear'd , Such as we fee when men restrain their breath On some great fudden hafte . O , what portents are these ? Some heavy business hath my lord in hand , And I must know it , elfe he loves me not . Hot ...
... face strange motions have appear'd , Such as we fee when men restrain their breath On some great fudden hafte . O , what portents are these ? Some heavy business hath my lord in hand , And I must know it , elfe he loves me not . Hot ...
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... face of the earth , then am I a shotten 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 fay ! I would I were a weaver ; I could fing pfalmis or ...
... face of the earth , then am I a shotten 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 fay ! I would I were a weaver ; I could fing pfalmis or ...
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William Shakespeare. ing ! give me them that will face me . - Give me a cup fack -I am a rogue , if I drunk to - day . of P. Hen . O villain ! thy lips are scarce wiped fince thou drunk'ft laft . Fal . All's one for that . A ... face me....
William Shakespeare. ing ! give me them that will face me . - Give me a cup fack -I am a rogue , if I drunk to - day . of P. Hen . O villain ! thy lips are scarce wiped fince thou drunk'ft laft . Fal . All's one for that . A ... face me....
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againſt anſwer art thou Bard Bardolph blood brother captain cauſe Colevile coufin crown doft doth duke duke of Burgundy England Engliſh Enter Exeunt Exit fack faid FALSTAFF fame father fear fhall fir John firſt foldiers fome foul fpirit France French ftand fuch fword give Glend grace Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heaven himſelf Hoft honour horfe horſe houſe Juft Kate Kath King HENRY Lady liege lord mafter majeſty miſtreſs moft moſt muſt myſelf never night noble Northumberland numbers peace Percy Pift Piſtol pleaſe Poins pr'ythee praiſe pray preſent prince Prince JOHN prince of Wales priſoners purpoſe rafcal reaſon ſay SCENE ſee Shal ſhall ſhould ſhow ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſuch ſweet tell thee theſe thoſe thou art thouſand unto uſe Weft whofe Whoſe yourſelf
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Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 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.
Seite 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...