The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Tom 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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... comes your uncle . Re - enter WORCESTER . Hot . Speak of Mortimer ? " Zounds , I will speak of him ; and let my soul Want mercy , if I do not join with him : Yea , on his part , I'll empty all these veins , And shed my dear blood drop ...
... comes your uncle . Re - enter WORCESTER . Hot . Speak of Mortimer ? " Zounds , I will speak of him ; and let my soul Want mercy , if I do not join with him : Yea , on his part , I'll empty all these veins , And shed my dear blood drop ...
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... comes from your father . P. Hen . Give him as much as will make him a royal man , and send him back again to my mother . Fal . What manner of man is he ? Host . An old man . Fal . What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight ? — Shall I ...
... comes from your father . P. Hen . Give him as much as will make him a royal man , and send him back again to my mother . Fal . What manner of man is he ? Host . An old man . Fal . What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight ? — Shall I ...
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... comes lean Jack , here comes bare - bone . How now , my sweet creature of bombast ? How long is't ago , Jack , since thou sawest thine own knee ? Fal . My own knee ? when I was about thy years , Hal , I was not an eagle's talon in the ...
... comes lean Jack , here comes bare - bone . How now , my sweet creature of bombast ? How long is't ago , Jack , since thou sawest thine own knee ? Fal . My own knee ? when I was about thy years , Hal , I was not an eagle's talon in the ...
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... comes me cranking in , And cuts me , from the best of all my land , A huge half - moon , a monstrous cantle out . I'll have the current in this place damm'd up ; And here the smug and silver Trent shall run , In a new channel , fair and ...
... comes me cranking in , And cuts me , from the best of all my land , A huge half - moon , a monstrous cantle out . I'll have the current in this place damm'd up ; And here the smug and silver Trent shall run , In a new channel , fair and ...
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... comes he not himself ? Mess . He cannot come , my lord ; he's grievous sick . Hot . ' Zounds ! how has he the leisure to be sick , In such a justling time ? Who leads his power ? Under whose government come they along ? Mess . His ...
... comes he not himself ? Mess . He cannot come , my lord ; he's grievous sick . Hot . ' Zounds ! how has he the leisure to be sick , In such a justling time ? Who leads his power ? Under whose government come they along ? Mess . His ...
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Strona 169 - O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down. And steep my senses in forgetfulness ! Why, rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber ; Than in the perfumed chambers of the great...
Strona 169 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — Sleep, gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Strona 83 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, 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.
Strona 279 - 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, Disguise fair nature with hard-favored rage.
Strona 108 - 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.
Strona 98 - Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, '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
Strona 169 - ning 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?
Strona 279 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon: let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Strona 241 - On this unworthy scaffold, to bring forth So great an object: Can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France ? or may we cram Within this wooden O, the very casques, That did affright the air at Agincourt ? O, pardon!
Strona 341 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, — Go forth, and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but by loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress (As in good time he may) from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him ! much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.