The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, Volume 5 |
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Pagina 8
... speak , What doth move you to claim your brother's land ? Bast . Because he hath a half - face , like my fa- ther ; With that half - face ' would he have all my land : A half - faced groat five hundred pound a year ! But whe'r- ] Whe'r ...
... speak , What doth move you to claim your brother's land ? Bast . Because he hath a half - face , like my fa- ther ; With that half - face ' would he have all my land : A half - faced groat five hundred pound a year ! But whe'r- ] Whe'r ...
Pagina 9
... speak : But truth is truth ; large lengths of seas and shores Between my father and my mother lay , ( As I have heard my father speak himself , ) When this same lusty gentleman was got . Upon his death - bed he by will bequeath'd His ...
... speak : But truth is truth ; large lengths of seas and shores Between my father and my mother lay , ( As I have heard my father speak himself , ) When this same lusty gentleman was got . Upon his death - bed he by will bequeath'd His ...
Pagina 18
... speak . Chat . Then turn your forces from this paltry siege , And stir them up against a mightier task . England , impatient of your just demands , Hath put himself in arms ; the adverse winds , Whose leisure I have staid , have given ...
... speak . Chat . Then turn your forces from this paltry siege , And stir them up against a mightier task . England , impatient of your just demands , Hath put himself in arms ; the adverse winds , Whose leisure I have staid , have given ...
Pagina 24
... speak , Whose title they admit , Arthur's or John's . Trumpets sound . Enter Citizens upon the walls . 1 Cit . Who is it , that hath warn'd us to the walls ? K. Phi . ' Tis France , for England . K. John . England , for itself : You men ...
... speak , Whose title they admit , Arthur's or John's . Trumpets sound . Enter Citizens upon the walls . 1 Cit . Who is it , that hath warn'd us to the walls ? K. Phi . ' Tis France , for England . K. John . England , for itself : You men ...
Pagina 30
... Speak , citizens , for England ; who's your king ? 1 Cit . The king of England , when we know the king . K. Phi . Know him in us , that here hold up his right . K. John . In us , that are our own great deputy , And bear possession of ...
... Speak , citizens , for England ; who's your king ? 1 Cit . The king of England , when we know the king . K. Phi . Know him in us , that here hold up his right . K. John . In us , that are our own great deputy , And bear possession of ...
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Pagina 313 - 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 4. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? He that died o
Pagina 385 - 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?
Pagina 163 - And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings : — How some have been depos'd, some slain in war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd ; Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd ; All murder'd : — For within the hollow crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps death his court : and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state, and grinning...
Pagina 385 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down.
Pagina 228 - 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...
Pagina 64 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb ; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Pagina 226 - And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
Pagina 195 - And thus still doing, thus he passed along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rode he the whilst ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Pagina 260 - Should I turn upon the true prince ? Why, thou knowest, I am as valiant as Hercules: but beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct.
Pagina 226 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun ; Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That, when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.