The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Band 5J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... comes too late . Nor . Then thus I turn me from my country's light , To dwell in solemn shades of endless night . [ Retiring . K. Rich . Return again , and take an oath with thee . Lay on our royal sword your banish'd hands ; Swear by ...
... comes too late . Nor . Then thus I turn me from my country's light , To dwell in solemn shades of endless night . [ Retiring . K. Rich . Return again , and take an oath with thee . Lay on our royal sword your banish'd hands ; Swear by ...
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... come ? that I may breathe my last In wholesome counsel to his unstaied youth . York . Vex not yourself , nor strive not with your breath ; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear . Gaunt . O , but they say , the tongues of dying men ...
... come ? that I may breathe my last In wholesome counsel to his unstaied youth . York . Vex not yourself , nor strive not with your breath ; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear . Gaunt . O , but they say , the tongues of dying men ...
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... comes counsel to be heard , Where will doth mutiny with wit's regard . Direct not him , whose way himself will choose ; " Tis breath thou lack'st , and that breath wilt thou lose . Gaunt . Methinks , I am a prophet new inspir'd ; And ...
... comes counsel to be heard , Where will doth mutiny with wit's regard . Direct not him , whose way himself will choose ; " Tis breath thou lack'st , and that breath wilt thou lose . Gaunt . Methinks , I am a prophet new inspir'd ; And ...
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... come to make him lose at home : Here am I left to underprop his land ; Who , weak with age , cannot support myself : - Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit made ; Now shall he try his friends that flatter'd him . Enter a Servant ...
... come to make him lose at home : Here am I left to underprop his land ; Who , weak with age , cannot support myself : - Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit made ; Now shall he try his friends that flatter'd him . Enter a Servant ...
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... Comes rushing on this woeful land at once ! I know not what to do : -I would to God , ( So my untruth ? had not ... Come , sister , cousin , I would say : pray , pardon me.- Go , fellow , [ To the Servant . ] get thee home , provide some ...
... Comes rushing on this woeful land at once ! I know not what to do : -I would to God , ( So my untruth ? had not ... Come , sister , cousin , I would say : pray , pardon me.- Go , fellow , [ To the Servant . ] get thee home , provide some ...
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arms art thou Aumerle Bard Bardolph Bishop of Carlisle blood Boling Bolingbroke brother captain Constable of France cousin crown dæmon dead death dost doth Duch duke earl Eastcheap England English Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff Farewell father fear France French friends Gaunt give Glend grace grief hand Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven honour horse Host John of Gaunt Kate Kath King HENRY king Richard Lady liege live look lord majesty master never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pist Pistol Poins pray prince Prince JOHN prince of Wales Queen Rich SCENE Scroop Shal Shallow sir John sir John Falstaff soldiers sorrow soul speak sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue uncle unto villain Westmoreland word York
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Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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
Seite 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?
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.