The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, Volume 7 |
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... thee this sharp - pointed sword ; Which if thou please to hide in this true breast , And let the soul forth that adoreth thee , I lay it naked to the deadly stroke , And humbly beg the death upon my knee . [ He lays his Breast open ...
... thee this sharp - pointed sword ; Which if thou please to hide in this true breast , And let the soul forth that adoreth thee , I lay it naked to the deadly stroke , And humbly beg the death upon my knee . [ He lays his Breast open ...
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... thee , that hast nor honesty , nor grace . When have I injur'd thee ? when done thee wrong ? - Or thee ? -or thee ? -or any of your faction ? A plague upon you all ! His royal grace , — Whom God preserve better than you would wish ...
... thee , that hast nor honesty , nor grace . When have I injur'd thee ? when done thee wrong ? - Or thee ? -or thee ? -or any of your faction ? A plague upon you all ! His royal grace , — Whom God preserve better than you would wish ...
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... thee ! Thy honour , state , and seat , is due to me . Glo . What ? threat you me with telling of the king ? Tell him , and spare not : look , what I have said I will avouch , in presence of the king : I dare adventure to be sent to the ...
... thee ! Thy honour , state , and seat , is due to me . Glo . What ? threat you me with telling of the king ? Tell him , and spare not : look , what I have said I will avouch , in presence of the king : I dare adventure to be sent to the ...
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... thee to hell for shame , and leave this world , Thou cacodæmon ! there thy kingdom is . Riv . My lord of Gloster , in those busy days , Which here you urge , to prove us enemies , We follow'd then our lord , our lawful king ; So should ...
... thee to hell for shame , and leave this world , Thou cacodæmon ! there thy kingdom is . Riv . My lord of Gloster , in those busy days , Which here you urge , to prove us enemies , We follow'd then our lord , our lawful king ; So should ...
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... thee go . Glo . Wert thou not banished on pain of death ? Q. Mar. I was ; but I do find more pain in banish- ment , Than death can yield me here by my abode . A husband , and a son , thou ow'st to me , - And thou , a kingdom ; -all of ...
... thee go . Glo . Wert thou not banished on pain of death ? Q. Mar. I was ; but I do find more pain in banish- ment , Than death can yield me here by my abode . A husband , and a son , thou ow'st to me , - And thou , a kingdom ; -all of ...
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Page 218 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 222 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then, if thou fall'st...
Page 34 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, — So full of dismal terror was the time ! Brak.
Page 221 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Page 337 - I do not strain at the position, — It is familiar, — but at the author's drift : Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves, That no man is the lord of any thing, (Though in and of him there be much consisting, ) Till he communicate his parts to others...
Page 359 - I'll bring you to your father. [Diomed leads out Cressida. Nest. A woman of quick sense. Ulyss. Fye, fye upon her ! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive* of her body.
Page 34 - As we pac'd along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloster stumbled ; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard Into the tumbling billows of the main.
Page 221 - O, my lord, Must I then leave you ? must i needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.
Page 339 - The present eye praises the present object : Then marvel not, thou great and complete man, That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax ; Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee, And still it might, and yet it may again, If thou would'st not entomb thyself alive, And case thy reputation in thy tent...
Page 35 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.