The plays and poems of Shakespeare, according to the improved text of E. Malone, with notes and illustr., ed. by A.J. Valpy, Volume 7 |
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... looks , Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds , And hid his crisp 3 head in the hollow bank , Blood - stained with these valiant combatants . Never did bare and rotten policy Color her working with such deadly wounds ; Nor never could ...
... looks , Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds , And hid his crisp 3 head in the hollow bank , Blood - stained with these valiant combatants . Never did bare and rotten policy Color her working with such deadly wounds ; Nor never could ...
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... all my prisoners ; And when I urged the ransom once again Of my wife's brother , then his cheek look'd pale ; And on my face he turn'd an eye of death , Trembling even at the name of Mortimer . Wor . SCENE III . KING HENRY IV . - PART I.
... all my prisoners ; And when I urged the ransom once again Of my wife's brother , then his cheek look'd pale ; And on my face he turn'd an eye of death , Trembling even at the name of Mortimer . Wor . SCENE III . KING HENRY IV . - PART I.
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... look you , I am whipp'd and scourged with rods , Nettled and stung with pismires , when I hear Of this vile politician , Bolingbroke . In Richard's time , —What do you call the place ? — A plague upon ' t ! —it is in Glostershire ...
... look you , I am whipp'd and scourged with rods , Nettled and stung with pismires , when I hear Of this vile politician , Bolingbroke . In Richard's time , —What do you call the place ? — A plague upon ' t ! —it is in Glostershire ...
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... looks of love . Hot . He does , he does ; we'll be revenged on him . Wor . Cousin , farewell . - No farther go in this , Than I by letters shall direct your course . When time is ripe , which will be suddenly , I'll steal to Glendower ...
... looks of love . Hot . He does , he does ; we'll be revenged on him . Wor . Cousin , farewell . - No farther go in this , Than I by letters shall direct your course . When time is ripe , which will be suddenly , I'll steal to Glendower ...
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... Look down into the Pomegranate , Ralph . P. Hen . Come hither , Francis . Fran . My lord . P. Hen . How long hast thou to serve , Francis ? Fran . Forsooth , five year , and as much as to- Poins . [ within . ] Francis . Fran . Anon ...
... Look down into the Pomegranate , Ralph . P. Hen . Come hither , Francis . Fran . My lord . P. Hen . How long hast thou to serve , Francis ? Fran . Forsooth , five year , and as much as to- Poins . [ within . ] Francis . Fran . Anon ...
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Page 202 - Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafening 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 ? Then happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Page 99 - 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.
Page 331 - 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...
Page 28 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honor from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honor by the locks; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities: But out upon this half-faced fellowship!
Page 287 - O, for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ; A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and, at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire Crouch for employment.
Page 331 - 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.
Page 201 - 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, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Page 19 - 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.
Page 120 - O gentlemen ! the time of life is short ; To spend that shortness basely were too long, If life did ride upon a dial's point, Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
Page 154 - Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me. The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent anything that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me: I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.