The plays of William Shakspeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson and G. Steevens, revised and augmented by I. Reed, with a glossarial index, Volume 7 |
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Page 281
... Faulconbridge , bastard Son to Richard Cordelion , " was entered at Stationers ' Hall , Nov. 29 , 1614 ; but I have never met with it , and therefore know not whether it was the old black letter history , or a play upon the same subject ...
... Faulconbridge , bastard Son to Richard Cordelion , " was entered at Stationers ' Hall , Nov. 29 , 1614 ; but I have never met with it , and therefore know not whether it was the old black letter history , or a play upon the same subject ...
Page 282
... Faulconbridge : Philip Faulconbridge , his half - brother , bastard son to king Richard the First . James Gurney , servant to lady Faulconbridge . Peter of Pomfret , a prophet . Philip , king of France . Lewis , the dauphin . Arch ...
... Faulconbridge : Philip Faulconbridge , his half - brother , bastard son to king Richard the First . James Gurney , servant to lady Faulconbridge . Peter of Pomfret , a prophet . Philip , king of France . Lewis , the dauphin . Arch ...
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... Faulconbridge ; A soldier , by the honour - giving hand Of Cœur - de - lion knighted in the field . K. John . What art thou ? Rob . The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge . 7 Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire , & c . ] This ...
... Faulconbridge ; A soldier , by the honour - giving hand Of Cœur - de - lion knighted in the field . K. John . What art thou ? Rob . The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge . 7 Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire , & c . ] This ...
Page 290
... Faulconbridge , And like thy brother , to enjoy thy land ; Or the reputed son of Cœur - de - lion , Lord of thy presence , and no land beside ?? your father might have kept This calf , bred from his cow , from all the world ; ] The deci ...
... Faulconbridge , And like thy brother , to enjoy thy land ; Or the reputed son of Cœur - de - lion , Lord of thy presence , and no land beside ?? your father might have kept This calf , bred from his cow , from all the world ; ] The deci ...
Page 292
... shape were heir to all his land . By this shape , says he , Faulconbridge means , the shape he had been just describing . Steevens . Eli . I like thee well ; Wilt thou forsake 292 KING JOHN . And, to his shape, were heir to all ...
... shape were heir to all his land . By this shape , says he , Faulconbridge means , the shape he had been just describing . Steevens . Eli . I like thee well ; Wilt thou forsake 292 KING JOHN . And, to his shape, were heir to all ...
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Page 373 - 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.
Page 378 - I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news, Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, (which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet) Told of a many thousand warlike French, That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent : Another lean, unwash'd artificer Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death.
Page 98 - I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano ; A stage, where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one.
Page 76 - tis later, sir. Ban. Hold, take my sword. There's husbandry in heaven, Their candles are all out. Take thee that too. A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers, Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature Gives way to in repose!
Page 69 - Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire?
Page 133 - Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further ! Lady M.
Page 169 - Howe'er you come to know it, answer me: Though you untie the winds and let them fight Against the churches; though the yesty waves Confound and swallow navigation up; Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down; Though castles topple on their warders...
Page 94 - Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done; Look on "t again I dare not.
Page 38 - tis strange ! And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths ; Win us with honest trifles, to betray us In deepest consequence.
Page 207 - Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? Doct. Do you mark that? Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now? What, will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with this starting.