The Works of Shakespeare ...: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volume 4H. Lintott, 1740 |
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... Whose worst was , that the noble Mortimer , Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight Against th ' irregular and wild Glendower , Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken ; A thoufand of his people butchered , Upon whofe dead corps ...
... Whose worst was , that the noble Mortimer , Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight Against th ' irregular and wild Glendower , Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken ; A thoufand of his people butchered , Upon whofe dead corps ...
Page 106
... ( Whose wrongs in us , God pardon ! ) did fet forth Upon his Irish expedition ; From whence he , intercepted , did return To be depos'd , and fhortly murthered . Wor . And for whofe death , we in the world's wide mouth Live fcandaliz'd ...
... ( Whose wrongs in us , God pardon ! ) did fet forth Upon his Irish expedition ; From whence he , intercepted , did return To be depos'd , and fhortly murthered . Wor . And for whofe death , we in the world's wide mouth Live fcandaliz'd ...
Page 172
... whose temper I intend to stain With the best blood that I can meet withal , In the adventure of this perilous day . Now , Esperanza ! Percy ! and fet on : Sound all the lofty Inftruments of war ; And by that mufick let us all embrace ...
... whose temper I intend to stain With the best blood that I can meet withal , In the adventure of this perilous day . Now , Esperanza ! Percy ! and fet on : Sound all the lofty Inftruments of war ; And by that mufick let us all embrace ...
Page 174
... Whose deaths are unreveng'd . Lend me thy fword . Fal . O Hal , I pr'ythee , give me leave to breathe a while . Turk Gregory never did fuch deeds in arms , as I have done this day . I have paid Percy , I have made him fure . P. Henry ...
... Whose deaths are unreveng'd . Lend me thy fword . Fal . O Hal , I pr'ythee , give me leave to breathe a while . Turk Gregory never did fuch deeds in arms , as I have done this day . I have paid Percy , I have made him fure . P. Henry ...
Page 188
... earth , From whence , with life , he never more fprung up . In few ; his death , whose spirit lent a fire Even to the dulleft peasant in his Camp , Being Even # 88 The Second Part of But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue...
... earth , From whence , with life , he never more fprung up . In few ; his death , whose spirit lent a fire Even to the dulleft peasant in his Camp , Being Even # 88 The Second Part of But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue...
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Page 104 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon ; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowne'd honour by the locks...
Page 272 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Page 222 - 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 23 - 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...
Page 334 - Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
Page 224 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, 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.
Page 165 - 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. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Page 99 - 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...
Page 52 - I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an alms-man's gown, My...
Page 223 - 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.