The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... See riot and difhonour ftain the brow Of my young Harry . O , that it could be prov'd , That fome night - tripping fairy had exchang'd In cradle - clothes our children where they lay , And call'd mine - Percy , his - Plantagenet ! Then ...
... See riot and difhonour ftain the brow Of my young Harry . O , that it could be prov'd , That fome night - tripping fairy had exchang'd In cradle - clothes our children where they lay , And call'd mine - Percy , his - Plantagenet ! Then ...
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... see him shine so brisk , and smell so sweet , And talk fo like a waiting - gentlewoman , Of guns , and drums , and wounds , ( God fave the mark ! ) And telling me , the fovereign't thing on earth Was fpermaceti , for an inward bruise ...
... see him shine so brisk , and smell so sweet , And talk fo like a waiting - gentlewoman , Of guns , and drums , and wounds , ( God fave the mark ! ) And telling me , the fovereign't thing on earth Was fpermaceti , for an inward bruise ...
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... see my geld- ing in the ftable . 1 Car . Nay , foft , I pray ye ; I know a trick worth two of that , i'faith . Gads . I pr'ythee , lend me thine . 2 Car . Ay , when , canft tell ? -Lend me thy lantern , quoth a ? —marry , I'll fee thee ...
... see my geld- ing in the ftable . 1 Car . Nay , foft , I pray ye ; I know a trick worth two of that , i'faith . Gads . I pr'ythee , lend me thine . 2 Car . Ay , when , canft tell ? -Lend me thy lantern , quoth a ? —marry , I'll fee thee ...
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... see Titan kifs a dish of butter ? pitiful - hearted Titan , that melted at the fweet tale of the fon ! if thou didft , then behold that compound . Fal . You rogue , here's lime in this fack too : There is nothing but roguery to be found ...
... see Titan kifs a dish of butter ? pitiful - hearted Titan , that melted at the fweet tale of the fon ! if thou didft , then behold that compound . Fal . You rogue , here's lime in this fack too : There is nothing but roguery to be found ...
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... see thy hand ? come , tell us your reason ; What say'st thou to this ? Poins . Come , your reafon , Jack , your reafon . Fal . What , upon compulfion ? No ; were I at the strap- pado , or all the racks in the world , I would not tell ...
... see thy hand ? come , tell us your reason ; What say'st thou to this ? Poins . Come , your reafon , Jack , your reafon . Fal . What , upon compulfion ? No ; were I at the strap- pado , or all the racks in the world , I would not tell ...
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Страница 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...
Страница 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
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Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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!
Страница 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.
Страница 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...