The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... Baft . Your faithful subject I , a gentleman , Born in Northamptonshire ; and eldest son , As I fuppofe , to Robert Faulconbridge ; A foldier , by the honour - giving hand Of Cœur - de - lion knighted in the field . K. John . What art ...
... Baft . Your faithful subject I , a gentleman , Born in Northamptonshire ; and eldest son , As I fuppofe , to Robert Faulconbridge ; A foldier , by the honour - giving hand Of Cœur - de - lion knighted in the field . K. John . What art ...
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... Baft . Because he hath a half - face , like my father ; With that half - face would he have all my land : A half - faced groat five hundred pound a year ! Rob . My gracious liege , when that my father liv'd , Your brother did employ my ...
... Baft . Because he hath a half - face , like my father ; With that half - face would he have all my land : A half - faced groat five hundred pound a year ! Rob . My gracious liege , when that my father liv'd , Your brother did employ my ...
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... Baft . Of no more force to difpoffefs me , fir , Than was his will to get me , as I think . Eli . Whether hadft thou rather , -be a Faulconbridge , And like thy brother , to enjoy thy land ; Or the reputed fon of Coeur - de - lion ...
... Baft . Of no more force to difpoffefs me , fir , Than was his will to get me , as I think . Eli . Whether hadft thou rather , -be a Faulconbridge , And like thy brother , to enjoy thy land ; Or the reputed fon of Coeur - de - lion ...
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... Baft . Our country manners give our betters way . K. John . What is thy name ? Baft . Philip , my liege ; fo is my name begun ; Philip , good old fir Robert's wife's eldeft fon . K. John . From henceforth bear his name whose form thou ...
... Baft . Our country manners give our betters way . K. John . What is thy name ? Baft . Philip , my liege ; fo is my name begun ; Philip , good old fir Robert's wife's eldeft fon . K. John . From henceforth bear his name whose form thou ...
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... Baft . Brother , adieu ; Good fortune coine to thee ! For thou waft got i'the way of honesty . [ Exeunt all but the Bastard . A foot of honour better than I was ; But many a many foot of land the worse . Well , now can I make any Joan a ...
... Baft . Brother , adieu ; Good fortune coine to thee ! For thou waft got i'the way of honesty . [ Exeunt all but the Bastard . A foot of honour better than I was ; But many a many foot of land the worse . Well , now can I make any Joan a ...
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Էջ 73 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Էջ 21 - With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. [A bell rings. I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Էջ 16 - Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued against The deep damnation of his taking-off; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Էջ 49 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Էջ 91 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Էջ 55 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Էջ 16 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Էջ 20 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Էջ 23 - How is't with me, when every noise appals me ? What hands are here ? ha ! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Էջ 16 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...