The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... things neceffary , and meet me to - morrow night in Eastcheap , there I'll fup . Farewell . Poins . Farewell , my lord . [ Exit POINS . P. Hen . I know you all , and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idlenefs : Yet herein ...
... things neceffary , and meet me to - morrow night in Eastcheap , there I'll fup . Farewell . Poins . Farewell , my lord . [ Exit POINS . P. Hen . I know you all , and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idlenefs : Yet herein ...
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... thing on earth Was fpermaceti , for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity , fo it was , That villainous falt - petre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth , Which many a good tall fellow had deftroy'd So ...
... thing on earth Was fpermaceti , for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity , fo it was , That villainous falt - petre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth , Which many a good tall fellow had deftroy'd So ...
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... things true . Hot . Away , Away , you trifler ! -Love ? —I love thee not , I care not for thee , Kate : this is no world , To play with mannets , and to tilt with lips : We must have bloody nofes , and crack'd crowns , And pass them ...
... things true . Hot . Away , Away , you trifler ! -Love ? —I love thee not , I care not for thee , Kate : this is no world , To play with mannets , and to tilt with lips : We must have bloody nofes , and crack'd crowns , And pass them ...
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... thing : A plague of all cowards , I fay ftill ! P. Hen .. How now , wool - fack ? what mutter you ? Fal . A king's fon ! If I do not beat thee out of thy kingdom with a dagger of lath , and drive all thy fubjects afore thee like a flock ...
... thing : A plague of all cowards , I fay ftill ! P. Hen .. How now , wool - fack ? what mutter you ? Fal . A king's fon ! If I do not beat thee out of thy kingdom with a dagger of lath , and drive all thy fubjects afore thee like a flock ...
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... thing , Harry , which thou hast often heard of , and it is known to many in our land by the name of pitch : this pitch , as ancient writers do report , doth defile ; so doth the company thou keepest : for , Har- ry , now I do not speak ...
... thing , Harry , which thou hast often heard of , and it is known to many in our land by the name of pitch : this pitch , as ancient writers do report , doth defile ; so doth the company thou keepest : for , Har- ry , now I do not speak ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...