The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, Том 5F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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... stands young Plantagenet ; Son to the elder brother of this man , And king o'er him , and all that he enjoys : For this down - trodden equity , we tread In warlike march these greens before your town ; Being no further enemy to you ...
... stands young Plantagenet ; Son to the elder brother of this man , And king o'er him , and all that he enjoys : For this down - trodden equity , we tread In warlike march these greens before your town ; Being no further enemy to you ...
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... Stand in his face , to contradict his claim . 1 Cit . Till you compound whose right is worthiest , We , for the worthiest , hold the right from both . ' ' Tis not the roundure , & c . ] Roundure means the same as the French rondure , i ...
... Stand in his face , to contradict his claim . 1 Cit . Till you compound whose right is worthiest , We , for the worthiest , hold the right from both . ' ' Tis not the roundure , & c . ] Roundure means the same as the French rondure , i ...
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... stand . - God , and our right ! [ Exeunt . SCENE II . The same . Alarums and Excursions ; then a Retreat . Enter a French Herald , with trumpets , to the gates . F. Her . You men of Angiers , open wide your gates , And let young Arthur ...
... stand . - God , and our right ! [ Exeunt . SCENE II . The same . Alarums and Excursions ; then a Retreat . Enter a French Herald , with trumpets , to the gates . F. Her . You men of Angiers , open wide your gates , And let young Arthur ...
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... stand these royal fronts amazed thus ? Cry , havock , kings ! back to the stained field , You equal potents , 3 fiery - kindled spirits ! You equal potents , ] Potents for potentates . Then let confusion of one part confirm The other's ...
... stand these royal fronts amazed thus ? Cry , havock , kings ! back to the stained field , You equal potents , 3 fiery - kindled spirits ! You equal potents , ] Potents for potentates . Then let confusion of one part confirm The other's ...
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... stand securely on their battlements , As in a theatre , whence they gape and point At your industrious scenes and acts of death . Your royal presences be rul'd by me ; Do like the mutines of Jerusalem , 6 Be friends a while , and both ...
... stand securely on their battlements , As in a theatre , whence they gape and point At your industrious scenes and acts of death . Your royal presences be rul'd by me ; Do like the mutines of Jerusalem , 6 Be friends a while , and both ...
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Страница 387 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down.
Страница 228 - 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.
Страница 163 - And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings : — How some have been depos'd, some slain in war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd ; Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd ; All murder'd : — For within the hollow crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps death his court : and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state, and grinning...
Страница 230 - Came there a certain lord, neat, and 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...
Страница 63 - Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; But you, at your sick service, had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love, And call it cunning. Do, an' if you will ; If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, Why, then you must. Will you put out mine eyes ? These eyes that never did, nor never shall, So much as frown on you ? Hub.
Страница 102 - 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.
Страница 315 - 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.
Страница 63 - I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?
Страница 195 - God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home ; But dust was thrown upon his sacred head, Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steeled The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Страница 315 - 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 that word honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it? He that died o