The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of MDCXXIII, with Various Readings from All the Editions and All the Commentators, Notes, Introductory Remarks, a Historical Sketch of the Text, an Account of the Rise and Progress of the English Drama, a Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay Upon the Genius, Nide 6Little, Brown, 1859 |
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Sivu 21
... Tell me , how if my brother , Who , as you say , took pains to get this son , Had of your father claim'd this son for his ? In sooth , good friend , your father might have kept This calf , bred from his cow , from all the world ; In ...
... Tell me , how if my brother , Who , as you say , took pains to get this son , Had of your father claim'd this son for his ? In sooth , good friend , your father might have kept This calf , bred from his cow , from all the world ; In ...
Sivu 25
... tell thee more . [ Exit GURNEY . Madam , I was not old Sir Robert's son : Sir Robert might have eat his part in me Upon Good - Friday , and ne'er broke his fast . Sir Robert could do well : marry , to confess , Could [ he ] get me ? Sir ...
... tell thee more . [ Exit GURNEY . Madam , I was not old Sir Robert's son : Sir Robert might have eat his part in me Upon Good - Friday , and ne'er broke his fast . Sir Robert could do well : marry , to confess , Could [ he ] get me ? Sir ...
Sivu 35
... tell us , - shall your city call us lord , In that behalf which we have challeng'd it ? - Or shall we give the signal to our rage , And stalk in blood to our possession ? Cit . In brief , we are the King of England's sub- jects : For ...
... tell us , - shall your city call us lord , In that behalf which we have challeng'd it ? - Or shall we give the signal to our rage , And stalk in blood to our possession ? Cit . In brief , we are the King of England's sub- jects : For ...
Sivu 45
... Tell me who knows ? Lou . She is sad and passionate at your Highness ' tent . K. Phi . And , by my faith , this league that we have made Will give her sadness very little cure . ― Brother of England , how may we content This widow'd ...
... Tell me who knows ? Lou . She is sad and passionate at your Highness ' tent . K. Phi . And , by my faith , this league that we have made Will give her sadness very little cure . ― Brother of England , how may we content This widow'd ...
Sivu 47
... tell o'er thy tale again : It cannot be ; thou do'st but say ' tis so . I trust I may not trust thee ; for thy word Is but the vain breath of a common man : Believe me , I do not believe thee , man ; I have a King's oath to the contrary ...
... tell o'er thy tale again : It cannot be ; thou do'st but say ' tis so . I trust I may not trust thee ; for thy word Is but the vain breath of a common man : Believe me , I do not believe thee , man ; I have a King's oath to the contrary ...
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Sivu 467 - 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.
Sivu 380 - 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.
Sivu 467 - 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...
Sivu 370 - 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.
Sivu 199 - Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while : I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends : subjected thus, How can you say to me, I am a king ? Car.
Sivu 166 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat...
Sivu 198 - No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth, Let's choose executors and talk of wills...
Sivu 293 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Sivu 65 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form : Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Sivu 467 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge...