The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, Volume 4 |
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... thou flain in him ; thou dost confent In fome large measure to thy father's death ; In that thou feest thy wretched brother die , Who was the model of thy father's life ; Call it not patience , Gaunt , it is despair . In fuff'ring thus ...
... thou flain in him ; thou dost confent In fome large measure to thy father's death ; In that thou feest thy wretched brother die , Who was the model of thy father's life ; Call it not patience , Gaunt , it is despair . In fuff'ring thus ...
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... thou fly this Realm ; Since thou haft far to go , bear not along . The clogging burthen of a guilty foul . Mowb . No , Bolingbroke ; if ever I were traitor , My Name be blotted from the Book of life , And I from heaven banifh'd as from ...
... thou fly this Realm ; Since thou haft far to go , bear not along . The clogging burthen of a guilty foul . Mowb . No , Bolingbroke ; if ever I were traitor , My Name be blotted from the Book of life , And I from heaven banifh'd as from ...
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... Thou canst help time to furrow me with age , But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage ; Thy word is current with him , for my death ; But dead , thy Kingdom cannot buy my breath . K. Rich . Thy fon is banish'd upon good advice , Whereto ...
... Thou canst help time to furrow me with age , But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage ; Thy word is current with him , for my death ; But dead , thy Kingdom cannot buy my breath . K. Rich . Thy fon is banish'd upon good advice , Whereto ...
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... thou art flying to a fresher clime . Look , what thy foul holds dear , imagine it To lye that way thou go'ft , not whence thou com'ít . Suppofe the finging birds , muficians ; The grafs whereon thou tread'ft , the presence - floor ; The ...
... thou art flying to a fresher clime . Look , what thy foul holds dear , imagine it To lye that way thou go'ft , not whence thou com'ít . Suppofe the finging birds , muficians ; The grafs whereon thou tread'ft , the presence - floor ; The ...
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... thou doft feek to kill my name in me , I mock my name , great King , to flatter thee . K. Rich . Should dying men flatter those that live ? Gaunt . No , no , men living flatter those that die . K. Rich . Thou , now a dying , fay'ft ...
... thou doft feek to kill my name in me , I mock my name , great King , to flatter thee . K. Rich . Should dying men flatter those that live ? Gaunt . No , no , men living flatter those that die . K. Rich . Thou , now a dying , fay'ft ...
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Page 134 - 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 drowned honour by the locks...
Page 125 - 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 215 - 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 290 - 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 447 - By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires; But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Page 405 - Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit; and upon this charge Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!
Page 288 - 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 58 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit. As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Page 320 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Page 99 - Ha, ha! keep time. How sour sweet music is When time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives.