The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... pray thee , fweet wag , when thou art King- -as God fave thy Grace , ( Majefty I fhould fay , for grace thou wilt have none . ) P. Henry . What ! none ? Fal . No , by my troth , not so much as will ferve to be prologue to an egg and ...
... pray thee , fweet wag , when thou art King- -as God fave thy Grace , ( Majefty I fhould fay , for grace thou wilt have none . ) P. Henry . What ! none ? Fal . No , by my troth , not so much as will ferve to be prologue to an egg and ...
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... pray you ; did King Richard then Proclaim my brother Mortimer as lawful Heir to the crown ? North . He did ; my self did hear it . Hot . Nay , then I cannot blame his coufin King , That wish'd him on the barren mountains ftarv'd . But ...
... pray you ; did King Richard then Proclaim my brother Mortimer as lawful Heir to the crown ? North . He did ; my self did hear it . Hot . Nay , then I cannot blame his coufin King , That wish'd him on the barren mountains ftarv'd . But ...
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... pray ye ; I know a trick worth two of that , i'faith . Gads . I pr'ythee , lend me thine . 2 Car . Ay , when ? canft tell ? lend me thy lanthorn , quoth a ! marry , I'll fee thee hang'd first . Gads . Sirrah , carrier , what time do you ...
... pray ye ; I know a trick worth two of that , i'faith . Gads . I pr'ythee , lend me thine . 2 Car . Ay , when ? canft tell ? lend me thy lanthorn , quoth a ! marry , I'll fee thee hang'd first . Gads . Sirrah , carrier , what time do you ...
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... pray ; and yet I lie , for they pray continually unto their faint the commonwealth ; or rather , not pray to her , but prey on her ; for they ride up and down on her , or make her their boots . Chamb . What , the common - wealth their ...
... pray ; and yet I lie , for they pray continually unto their faint the commonwealth ; or rather , not pray to her , but prey on her ; for they ride up and down on her , or make her their boots . Chamb . What , the common - wealth their ...
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... pray you stay a little , my Lord , P. Henry . Nay , but hark you , Francis , for the fugar thou gavest me , ' twas a pennyworth , was't not ? Fran . O Lord , I would it had been two . P. Henry . I will give thee for it a thousand pound ...
... pray you stay a little , my Lord , P. Henry . Nay , but hark you , Francis , for the fugar thou gavest me , ' twas a pennyworth , was't not ? Fran . O Lord , I would it had been two . P. Henry . I will give thee for it a thousand pound ...
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againſt anſwer art thou bafe Baft Bard Bardolph blood captain coufin crown Dauphin death doft doth Duke Duke of Burgundy Earl England Enter Exeunt Exit fack faid Falstaff father fave fear felf felves fent fhall fhew fhould fight fince flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpirit France French ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword give Glou Grace Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heav'n himſelf Hoft honour horfe Juft King Henry Lord Lord of Westmorland mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pift Piftol pleaſe Poins pow'r pr'ythee prefent prifoners Prince Prince of Wales Pucel purpoſe reafon Reignier Richard Plantagenet SCENE ſelf Shal ſhall Sir John Sir John Falstaff ſpeak Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand unto Weft Westmorland whofe Whoſe wilt York
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Page 231 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered...
Page 245 - 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 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!
Page 122 - With deaf'ning clamours 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 195 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Page 230 - My cousin Westmoreland ? No, my fair cousin. If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
Page 74 - 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.
Page 123 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd ; The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Page 14 - 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...
Page 146 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Page 183 - To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.