The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Dr. Johnson, G. Steevens, and Others, Volume 5H. Durell, 1817 |
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... night or day , When I was got , sir Robert was away ! Eli . The very spirit of Plantagenet ! →→ I am thy grandame , Richard ; call me so . Bast . Madam , by chance , but not by truth : What though ? Something about , a little from the ...
... night or day , When I was got , sir Robert was away ! Eli . The very spirit of Plantagenet ! →→ I am thy grandame , Richard ; call me so . Bast . Madam , by chance , but not by truth : What though ? Something about , a little from the ...
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... night that betrayed her to Lothario , is chiefly borrowed from this chapter of Job . STEEVENS . [ 7 ] i . e . be disappointed by the production of a prodigy , a monster . [ 8 ] That is , except on this day . JOHNSON . STEEVENS . In the ...
... night that betrayed her to Lothario , is chiefly borrowed from this chapter of Job . STEEVENS . [ 7 ] i . e . be disappointed by the production of a prodigy , a monster . [ 8 ] That is , except on this day . JOHNSON . STEEVENS . In the ...
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... night ; If this same were a church - yard where we stand , And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs ; Or if that surly spirit , melancholy , Had bak'd thy blood , and made it heavy , thick ; ( Which , else , runs tickling up and down ...
... night ; If this same were a church - yard where we stand , And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs ; Or if that surly spirit , melancholy , Had bak'd thy blood , and made it heavy , thick ; ( Which , else , runs tickling up and down ...
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... night , Thou hate and terror to prosperity , And I will kiss thy détestable bones ; And put my eye - balls in thy vaulty brows ; And ring these fingers with thy household worms ; And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust , And be a ...
... night , Thou hate and terror to prosperity , And I will kiss thy détestable bones ; And put my eye - balls in thy vaulty brows ; And ring these fingers with thy household worms ; And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust , And be a ...
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... night , Only for wantonness . By my christendom , So I were out of prison , and kept sheep , [ 1 ] Bacon , in his History of Heary VII . speaking of Simnel's march , observes that their non - ball did not gather as it went . " JOHNSON ...
... night , Only for wantonness . By my christendom , So I were out of prison , and kept sheep , [ 1 ] Bacon , in his History of Heary VII . speaking of Simnel's march , observes that their non - ball did not gather as it went . " JOHNSON ...
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Page 83 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 57 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Page 301 - With deafning 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 132 - No matter where. Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Page 55 - Heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb. I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word ; Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Page 181 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will awhile 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...
Page 106 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Page 183 - Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save the mark !) And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, That villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and, but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier.
Page 211 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied: for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the sooner it wears.
Page 54 - Have you the heart? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?