The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... rich Eaft to boot . Mal . Be not offended : I speak not as in abfolute fear of you . I think , our country finks beneath the yoke ; It weeps , it bleeds ; and each new day a gash Is added to her wounds : I think , withal , There would ...
... rich Eaft to boot . Mal . Be not offended : I speak not as in abfolute fear of you . I think , our country finks beneath the yoke ; It weeps , it bleeds ; and each new day a gash Is added to her wounds : I think , withal , There would ...
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... to the dead ; Gracing the fcroll , that tells of this war's lofs , With flaughter coupled to the name of kings . Baft . Ha , majefty ! how high thy glory towers , When When the rich blood of kings is set on fire 22 48 11 . KING JOHN .
... to the dead ; Gracing the fcroll , that tells of this war's lofs , With flaughter coupled to the name of kings . Baft . Ha , majefty ! how high thy glory towers , When When the rich blood of kings is set on fire 22 48 11 . KING JOHN .
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William Shakespeare. When the rich blood of kings is set on fire ! O , now doth death line his dead chaps with steel ; The fwords of foldiers are his teeth , his fangs ; And now he feafts , mouthing the flesh of men , In undetermin'd ...
William Shakespeare. When the rich blood of kings is set on fire ! O , now doth death line his dead chaps with steel ; The fwords of foldiers are his teeth , his fangs ; And now he feafts , mouthing the flesh of men , In undetermin'd ...
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... rich In titles , honours , and promotions , As the in beauty , education , blood , Holds hand with any princefs of the world . K. Phi . What fay'ft thou , boy ? look in the lady's face . Lew . I do , my lord ; and in her eye I find A ...
... rich In titles , honours , and promotions , As the in beauty , education , blood , Holds hand with any princefs of the world . K. Phi . What fay'ft thou , boy ? look in the lady's face . Lew . I do , my lord ; and in her eye I find A ...
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... rich fair town We make him lord of . - Call the lady Conftance ; Some fpeedy meffenger bid her repair To our folemnity : -I trust we shall , If not fill up the measure of her will , Yet in fome measure fatisfy her so , That we shall ...
... rich fair town We make him lord of . - Call the lady Conftance ; Some fpeedy meffenger bid her repair To our folemnity : -I trust we shall , If not fill up the measure of her will , Yet in fome measure fatisfy her so , That we shall ...
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Seite 73 - 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.
Seite 21 - 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.
Seite 16 - 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.
Seite 49 - 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.
Seite 91 - 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.
Seite 55 - 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.
Seite 16 - 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.
Seite 20 - 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?
Seite 23 - 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.
Seite 16 - 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...