Select Plays of William Shakespeare: In Six Volumes. With the Corrections & Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added, Notes, Volume 3proprietors, 1820 |
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Pagina 154
... sack , and unbuttoning thee after supper , and sleeping upon benches after noon , that thou hast forgotten to de- mand that truly which thou would'st truly know . What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the day ? unless hours were ...
... sack , and unbuttoning thee after supper , and sleeping upon benches after noon , that thou hast forgotten to de- mand that truly which thou would'st truly know . What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the day ? unless hours were ...
Pagina 166
... Sack - and - Sugar ? ' end of this work , the word vocation occurs in almost every para- graph . Thus chapter i : " That the vocation of men hath been a thing unknown unto philosophers , and other that have treated of Politique Govern ...
... Sack - and - Sugar ? ' end of this work , the word vocation occurs in almost every para- graph . Thus chapter i : " That the vocation of men hath been a thing unknown unto philosophers , and other that have treated of Politique Govern ...
Pagina 167
... Sack was , I believe , often mulled in our author's time . See a note , post , on the words , " If sack and sugar be a sin , " & c . See also Blount's GLOSSOGRAPHY : " Mulled Sack , ( Vinum mollitum ) because softened and made mild by ...
... Sack was , I believe , often mulled in our author's time . See a note , post , on the words , " If sack and sugar be a sin , " & c . See also Blount's GLOSSOGRAPHY : " Mulled Sack , ( Vinum mollitum ) because softened and made mild by ...
Pagina 206
... sack be my poison : 7 . When a jest is so forward , and afoot too , -I hate it . Gads . Stand . Enter GADSHILL . Fal . So I do , against my will . Poins , O , ' tis our setter : I know his voice . Enter BARDOLPH . Bard . What news ? 5 ...
... sack be my poison : 7 . When a jest is so forward , and afoot too , -I hate it . Gads . Stand . Enter GADSHILL . Fal . So I do , against my will . Poins , O , ' tis our setter : I know his voice . Enter BARDOLPH . Bard . What news ? 5 ...
Pagina 218
... sack : 66 - but do you hear ? " Bring sugar in white paper , not in brown . " Shakspeare might perhaps allude to a custom mentioned by Decker , in The Gul's Horn Book , 1609 : " Enquire what gallants sup in the next roome , and if they ...
... sack : 66 - but do you hear ? " Bring sugar in white paper , not in brown . " Shakspeare might perhaps allude to a custom mentioned by Decker , in The Gul's Horn Book , 1609 : " Enquire what gallants sup in the next roome , and if they ...
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Pagina 81 - 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?
Pagina 80 - 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 at his pomp...
Pagina 40 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son ; This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm...
Pagina 146 - And now art thou cursed from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother's blood from thy hand. When thou tillest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength: A fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth.
Pagina 16 - My dear, dear lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation ; that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
Pagina 149 - Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.
Pagina 257 - Why, so can I ; or so can any man : But will they come, when you do call for them ? Glend.
Pagina 118 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which, with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Pagina 41 - England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Pagina 176 - Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman...