The plays and poems of Shakspeare [according to the text of E. Malone] with notes and 170 illustr. from the plates in Boydell's ed., ed. by A.J. Valpy, Volume 7 |
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... bear . P. Hen . Or an old lion , or a lover's lute . Fal . Yea , or the drone of a Lincolnshire bag- pipe . P. Hen . What sayest thou to a hare , or the me- lancholy of Moor - ditch ? Fal . Thou hast the most unsavory similes ; and art ...
... bear . P. Hen . Or an old lion , or a lover's lute . Fal . Yea , or the drone of a Lincolnshire bag- pipe . P. Hen . What sayest thou to a hare , or the me- lancholy of Moor - ditch ? Fal . Thou hast the most unsavory similes ; and art ...
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... bears hard His brother's death at Bristol , the lord Scroop . I speak not this in estimation , As what I think might be ; but what I know Is ruminated , plotted , and set down ; And only stays but to behold the face Of that 30 ACT I ...
... bears hard His brother's death at Bristol , the lord Scroop . I speak not this in estimation , As what I think might be ; but what I know Is ruminated , plotted , and set down ; And only stays but to behold the face Of that 30 ACT I ...
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... bear ourselves as even as we can , The king will always think him in our debt ; And think we think ourselves unsatisfied , Till he hath found a time to pay us home . And see already , how he doth begin To make us strangers to his looks ...
... bear ourselves as even as we can , The king will always think him in our debt ; And think we think ourselves unsatisfied , Till he hath found a time to pay us home . And see already , how he doth begin To make us strangers to his looks ...
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William Shakespeare Abraham John Valpy. To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms , Which now we hold at much uncertainty . North . Farewell , good brother . We shall thrive , I trust . Hot . Uncle , adieu . O , let the hours be short ...
William Shakespeare Abraham John Valpy. To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms , Which now we hold at much uncertainty . North . Farewell , good brother . We shall thrive , I trust . Hot . Uncle , adieu . O , let the hours be short ...
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... bear mine own flesh so far afoot again for all the coin in thy father's exchequer . What a plague mean ye , to colt1 me thus ? P. Hen . Thou liest : thou art not colted ; thou art uncolted . Fal . I pr'ythee , good prince Hal , help me ...
... bear mine own flesh so far afoot again for all the coin in thy father's exchequer . What a plague mean ye , to colt1 me thus ? P. Hen . Thou liest : thou art not colted ; thou art uncolted . Fal . I pr'ythee , good prince Hal , help me ...
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Page 350 - By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires. But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Page 184 - Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafening clamour 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 274 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor...
Page 114 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : — this earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
Page 43 - Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal green, when it was so dark thou couldst not see thy hand.? come, tell us your reason; what sayest thou to this? Poins. Come, your reason, Jack, your reason, Fal. What, upon compulsion? No; were I at the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on compulsion!
Page 299 - 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 265 - 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, Leashed in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, Crouch for employment.
Page 5 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. 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.
Page 132 - Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me. The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent anything that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me: I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
Page 351 - Tomorrow is Saint Crispian " : Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say " These wounds I had on Crispin's day.