Shakspeare's Dramatic Works: With Explanatory Notes, 2 tomasJ. Stockdale, 1790 |
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... matter to the wished end . [ Drum beats afar off . Hark ! by the found of drum , you may perceive Their powers are marching unto Paris - ward . [ Here beat an English march . There goes the Talbot , with his colours spread ; And all the ...
... matter to the wished end . [ Drum beats afar off . Hark ! by the found of drum , you may perceive Their powers are marching unto Paris - ward . [ Here beat an English march . There goes the Talbot , with his colours spread ; And all the ...
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... matter grows to compromise , Stand'ft thou aloof upon comparison ? Either accept the title thou ufurp'ft , Of benefit proceeding from our king , And not of any challenge of defert , Or we will plague thee with inceffant wars . Reig . My ...
... matter grows to compromise , Stand'ft thou aloof upon comparison ? Either accept the title thou ufurp'ft , Of benefit proceeding from our king , And not of any challenge of defert , Or we will plague thee with inceffant wars . Reig . My ...
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... matter before the king . [ Exit Peter guarded . 2. Mar. And as for you , that love to be pro- tected Under the wings of our protector's grace , Begin your fuits anew , and fue to him . [ Tears the petitions . | 1 i . e . happen . 2 Mr ...
... matter before the king . [ Exit Peter guarded . 2. Mar. And as for you , that love to be pro- tected Under the wings of our protector's grace , Begin your fuits anew , and fue to him . [ Tears the petitions . | 1 i . e . happen . 2 Mr ...
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... matter that we have in hand : - I fay , my fovereign , York is meetest man To be your regent in the realm of France . Suf . Before we make election , give me leave To fhew fome reason , of no little force , That York is most unmeet of ...
... matter that we have in hand : - I fay , my fovereign , York is meetest man To be your regent in the realm of France . Suf . Before we make election , give me leave To fhew fome reason , of no little force , That York is most unmeet of ...
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... matter , 40 In thine own person answer thy abuse . Car . Ay , where thou dar'st not peep : an if thou dar'ft , [ that ? 45 Glo . Ay , my lord cardinal ; How think you by Were it not good , your grace could fly to heaven ? K. Henry . The ...
... matter , 40 In thine own person answer thy abuse . Car . Ay , where thou dar'st not peep : an if thou dar'ft , [ that ? 45 Glo . Ay , my lord cardinal ; How think you by Were it not good , your grace could fly to heaven ? K. Henry . The ...
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Ægypt Afide againſt Ajax anſwer Antony Apemantus art thou beſt blood brother Brutus Cæfar Caffio caufe Cleo Coriolanus death Diomed doft doth duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe father fear feems fhall fhew fight firſt flain foldiers fome fool forrow foul fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword give Glofter grace hath hear heart heaven Henry himſelf honour houſe huſband Iago itſelf king lady Lear lord madam mafter Mark Antony moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night noble Nurfe Othello Pandarus pleaſe pleaſure Pleb pray prefent prince purpoſe Queen reafon reft Rome ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſhould ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtay ſuch tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Tybalt unto uſe Warwick whofe word yourſelf
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753 psl. - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
741 psl. - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
754 psl. - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
692 psl. - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
692 psl. - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, }Never to hope again.
1004 psl. - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth,— wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin,— By the o'ergrowth of some complexion...
753 psl. - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
744 psl. - How that might change his nature, there's the question. It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Crown him?— That;— And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, That at his will he may do danger with.
943 psl. - And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep ; No, I'll not weep : — • I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, Or ere I'll weep : — O, fool, I shall go mad ! {Exeunt LEAR, GLOSTER, KENT, and Fool.
792 psl. - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.