The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volumul 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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Pagina 80
... thought flattery , Such attribution should the Douglas have , As not a soldier of this season's stamp Should go so general current through the world . By heaven , I cannot flatter ; I defy The tongues of soothers ; but a braver place In ...
... thought flattery , Such attribution should the Douglas have , As not a soldier of this season's stamp Should go so general current through the world . By heaven , I cannot flatter ; I defy The tongues of soothers ; but a braver place In ...
Pagina 82
... thought By some , that know not why he is away , That wisdom , loyalty , and mere dislike Of our proceedings , kept the earl from hence ; And think , how such an apprehension May turn the tide of fearful faction , And breed a kind of ...
... thought By some , that know not why he is away , That wisdom , loyalty , and mere dislike Of our proceedings , kept the earl from hence ; And think , how such an apprehension May turn the tide of fearful faction , And breed a kind of ...
Pagina 86
... thought your honour had already been at Shrewsbury . West . ' Faith , sir John , ' tis more than time that I were there , and you too ; but my powers are there already : The king , I can tell you , looks for us all ; we must away all ...
... thought your honour had already been at Shrewsbury . West . ' Faith , sir John , ' tis more than time that I were there , and you too ; but my powers are there already : The king , I can tell you , looks for us all ; we must away all ...
Pagina 108
... thoughts , worse than thy sword my flesh : But thought's the slave of life , and life time's fool ; And time , that takes survey of all the world , Must have a stop . O , I could prophecy , But that the earthy and cold hand of death ...
... thoughts , worse than thy sword my flesh : But thought's the slave of life , and life time's fool ; And time , that takes survey of all the world , Must have a stop . O , I could prophecy , But that the earthy and cold hand of death ...
Pagina 119
... thought with child by the stern tyrant war , And no such matter ? Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises , jealousies , conjectures ; And of so easy and so plain a stop , That the blunt monster with uncounted heads , The still - discordant ...
... thought with child by the stern tyrant war , And no such matter ? Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises , jealousies , conjectures ; And of so easy and so plain a stop , That the blunt monster with uncounted heads , The still - discordant ...
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Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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
Pagina 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?
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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.