The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... uncle . Conft . O , upon my knee , Made hard with kneeling , I do pray to thee , Thou virtuous Dauphin , alter not the doom Fore thought by heaven . Blanch . Now fhall I fee thy love ; What motive may Be stronger with thee than the name ...
... uncle . Conft . O , upon my knee , Made hard with kneeling , I do pray to thee , Thou virtuous Dauphin , alter not the doom Fore thought by heaven . Blanch . Now fhall I fee thy love ; What motive may Be stronger with thee than the name ...
41 psl.
... Uncle , I needs must pray that thou may'st lofe ; Father , I may not with the fortune thine ; Grandam , I will not with thy wishes thrive : Whoever wins , on that fide fhall I lofe ; Affured lofs , before the match be play'd . Lew ...
... Uncle , I needs must pray that thou may'st lofe ; Father , I may not with the fortune thine ; Grandam , I will not with thy wishes thrive : Whoever wins , on that fide fhall I lofe ; Affured lofs , before the match be play'd . Lew ...
43 psl.
... uncle will As dear be to thee as thy father was . Arth . O , this will make my mother die with grief . K. John . Coufin , [ To the Bastard . ] away for England ; hafte before : And , ere our coming , fee thou shake the bags Of hoarding ...
... uncle will As dear be to thee as thy father was . Arth . O , this will make my mother die with grief . K. John . Coufin , [ To the Bastard . ] away for England ; hafte before : And , ere our coming , fee thou shake the bags Of hoarding ...
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... of prifon , and kept sheep , I should be as merry as the day is long ; And fo I would be here , but that I doubt My uncle practifes more harm to me : He Thurston del . King John . Hopwood faulp . Act 52 Aa IV . KING JOHN .
... of prifon , and kept sheep , I should be as merry as the day is long ; And fo I would be here , but that I doubt My uncle practifes more harm to me : He Thurston del . King John . Hopwood faulp . Act 52 Aa IV . KING JOHN .
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... uncle owes : Yet am I fworn , and I did purpose , boy , With this fame very iron to burn them out . Arth . O , now you look like Hubert ! all this while You were disguised . Peace : no more . Hub . Adieu ; Your uncle must not know but ...
... uncle owes : Yet am I fworn , and I did purpose , boy , With this fame very iron to burn them out . Arth . O , now you look like Hubert ! all this while You were disguised . Peace : no more . Hub . Adieu ; Your uncle must not know but ...
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73 psl. - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
21 psl. - With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. [A bell rings. I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
16 psl. - Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued against The deep damnation of his taking-off; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
49 psl. - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
91 psl. - 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.
55 psl. - 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.
16 psl. - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
20 psl. - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
23 psl. - How is't with me, when every noise appals me ? What hands are here ? ha ! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
16 psl. - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...