The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... come near me , now Hal : for we , that take purses , go by the moon and seven stars ; and not by Phoebus , -he , that wandering knight fo fair , And , I pray thee , sweet wag , when thou art king , -as , God fave thy grace , ( majesty ...
... come near me , now Hal : for we , that take purses , go by the moon and seven stars ; and not by Phoebus , -he , that wandering knight fo fair , And , I pray thee , sweet wag , when thou art king , -as , God fave thy grace , ( majesty ...
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... come , they wish'd for come , And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents . So , when this loose behaviour I throw off , And pay the debt I never promised , By how much better than my word I am , By fo much fhall I falfify men's hopes ; And ...
... come , they wish'd for come , And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents . So , when this loose behaviour I throw off , And pay the debt I never promised , By how much better than my word I am , By fo much fhall I falfify men's hopes ; And ...
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... come and roar for them , I will not fend then : -I will after straight , And tell him fo ; for I will ease my heart , Although it be with hazard of my head . North . What , drunk with choler ? ftay , and pause a while ; Here comes your ...
... come and roar for them , I will not fend then : -I will after straight , And tell him fo ; for I will ease my heart , Although it be with hazard of my head . North . What , drunk with choler ? ftay , and pause a while ; Here comes your ...
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... come to London ? 2 Car . Time enough to go to bed with a candle , I war- rant thee . - Come , neighbour Mugs , we'll call up the gen- tlemen ; they will along with company , for they have great charge . [ Exeunt Carriers . Gads . What ...
... come to London ? 2 Car . Time enough to go to bed with a candle , I war- rant thee . - Come , neighbour Mugs , we'll call up the gen- tlemen ; they will along with company , for they have great charge . [ Exeunt Carriers . Gads . What ...
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... Come , my masters , let us share , and then to horse before day . An the prince and Poins be not two arrant cowards , there's no equity ftirring : there's no more va- lour in that Poins , than in a wild duck . P. Hen , Your money ...
... Come , my masters , let us share , and then to horse before day . An the prince and Poins be not two arrant cowards , there's no equity ftirring : there's no more va- lour in that Poins , than in a wild duck . P. Hen , Your money ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare,: In Eight Volumes, with the Corrections ... William Shakespeare,Samuel Johnson Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1765 |
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Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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!
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...