The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, from the Text of Johnson, Stevens and Reed: With Glossarial Notes, Life, &c, Volumul 3Routledge, Warne & Routledge, 1862 |
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Pagina 25
... tongue , and a quiet sword ; by the means whereof ' a breaks words , and keeps whole weapons . For Nym , -he hath heard , that men of few words are the best men ; and therefore he scorns to say his prayers , lest ' a should be thought a ...
... tongue , and a quiet sword ; by the means whereof ' a breaks words , and keeps whole weapons . For Nym , -he hath heard , that men of few words are the best men ; and therefore he scorns to say his prayers , lest ' a should be thought a ...
Pagina 35
... tongues , and my horse is argument for them all : ' tis a subject for a sovereign to reason on , and for a sovereign's sovereign to ride on ; and for the world ( familiar to us , and unknown ) , to lay apart their particular functions ...
... tongues , and my horse is argument for them all : ' tis a subject for a sovereign to reason on , and for a sovereign's sovereign to ride on ; and for the world ( familiar to us , and unknown ) , to lay apart their particular functions ...
Pagina 63
... tongue . Do you like me , Kate ? Kath . Pardonnez moy , I cannot tell vat is - like me . K. Hen . An angel is like ... tongues of men are full of deceits ? Alice . Ouy ; dat de tongues of de mans is be full of deceits : dat is de ...
... tongue . Do you like me , Kate ? Kath . Pardonnez moy , I cannot tell vat is - like me . K. Hen . An angel is like ... tongues of men are full of deceits ? Alice . Ouy ; dat de tongues of de mans is be full of deceits : dat is de ...
Pagina 64
... tongue , that can rhyme themselves into ladies ' favours , -they do always reason themselves out again . What ! a speaker is but a prater ; a rhyme is but a ballad . A good leg will fall : § a straight back will stoop ; a black beard ...
... tongue , that can rhyme themselves into ladies ' favours , -they do always reason themselves out again . What ! a speaker is but a prater ; a rhyme is but a ballad . A good leg will fall : § a straight back will stoop ; a black beard ...
Pagina 65
... tongue , and I thine , most truly falsely , must needs be granted to be much at one . But , Kate , dost thou understand thus much English ? Canst thou love me ? Kath . I cannot tell . K. Hen . Can any of your neighbours tell , Kate ? I ...
... tongue , and I thine , most truly falsely , must needs be granted to be much at one . But , Kate , dost thou understand thus much English ? Canst thou love me ? Kath . I cannot tell . K. Hen . Can any of your neighbours tell , Kate ? I ...
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Pagina 47 - God's will ! I pray thee, wish not one man more. 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.
Pagina 24 - 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.
Pagina 24 - 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-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect...
Pagina 282 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Pagina 282 - I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick, Who cried aloud " What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ?
Pagina 393 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr ! Serve the King ; And, — -pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny ; 'tis the King's : my robe, And my integrity to Heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell ! Had...
Pagina 222 - God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain ; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Pagina 8 - 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; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly...