Select Plays of William Shakespeare: In Six Volumes. With the Corrections & Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added, Notes, Volume 3proprietors, 1820 |
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... father's brother's son ) Now by my sceptre's awe3 I make a vow , Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood Should nothing privilege him , nor partialize The unstooping firmness of my upright soul ; He is our subject , Mowbray , so art ...
... father's brother's son ) Now by my sceptre's awe3 I make a vow , Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood Should nothing privilege him , nor partialize The unstooping firmness of my upright soul ; He is our subject , Mowbray , so art ...
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... father's sight ? Or with pale beggar - fear1 impeach my height Before this outdar'd dastard ? Ere my tongue Shall wound mine honour with such feeble wrong , Or sound so base a parle , my teeth shall tear The slavish motive of recanting ...
... father's sight ? Or with pale beggar - fear1 impeach my height Before this outdar'd dastard ? Ere my tongue Shall wound mine honour with such feeble wrong , Or sound so base a parle , my teeth shall tear The slavish motive of recanting ...
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... father's death , In that thou seest thy wretched brother die , Who was the model of thy father's life . Call it not patience , Gaunt , it is despair : In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd , Thou show'st the naked pathway to ...
... father's death , In that thou seest thy wretched brother die , Who was the model of thy father's life . Call it not patience , Gaunt , it is despair : In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd , Thou show'st the naked pathway to ...
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... father : - O , had it been a stranger , not my child , To smooth his fault I should have been more mild : A partial slander1 sought I to avoid , And in the sentence my own life destroy'd . Alas , I look'd , when some of you should say ...
... father : - O , had it been a stranger , not my child , To smooth his fault I should have been more mild : A partial slander1 sought I to avoid , And in the sentence my own life destroy'd . Alas , I look'd , when some of you should say ...
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... fathers feed upon , Is my strict fast , I mean - my children's looks ; And , therein fasting , hast thou made me gaunt : Gaunt am I for the grave , gaunt as a grave , Whose hollow womb inherits nought but bones . K. Rich . Can sick men ...
... fathers feed upon , Is my strict fast , I mean - my children's looks ; And , therein fasting , hast thou made me gaunt : Gaunt am I for the grave , gaunt as a grave , Whose hollow womb inherits nought but bones . K. Rich . Can sick men ...
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Page 81 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Page 80 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court; and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Page 40 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son ; This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm...
Page 146 - And now art thou cursed from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother's blood from thy hand. When thou tillest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength: A fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth.
Page 16 - My dear, dear lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation ; that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
Page 149 - Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.
Page 257 - Why, so can I ; or so can any man : But will they come, when you do call for them ? Glend.
Page 118 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which, with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Page 41 - England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Page 176 - Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman...