Shakespeare's Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems, Volume 3Whittaker, 1858 |
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... Look on me with your welkin eye ' sweet villain ! Most dear'st ! my collop ! -Can thy dam ? -may't be1 ? 66 1 Thou want'st a rough PASH , and the shoots that I have , ] Holloway , in his " General Dictionary of Provincialisms , " 8vo ...
... Look on me with your welkin eye ' sweet villain ! Most dear'st ! my collop ! -Can thy dam ? -may't be1 ? 66 1 Thou want'st a rough PASH , and the shoots that I have , ] Holloway , in his " General Dictionary of Provincialisms , " 8vo ...
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... look 5 Then , ' tis very CREDENT , ] In " Measure for Measure , " A. iv . sc . 4 , we have had " credent , " as here , used for credible . What cheer ? how is't with you , best brother ? ] There is no reason for taking this passage from ...
... look 5 Then , ' tis very CREDENT , ] In " Measure for Measure , " A. iv . sc . 4 , we have had " credent , " as here , used for credible . What cheer ? how is't with you , best brother ? ] There is no reason for taking this passage from ...
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... look'd on thousands , who have sped the better By my regard , but kill'd none so . Camillo , - As you are certainly a gentleman ; thereto Clerk - like , experienc'd , which no less adorns Our gentry than our parents ' noble names , In ...
... look'd on thousands , who have sped the better By my regard , but kill'd none so . Camillo , - As you are certainly a gentleman ; thereto Clerk - like , experienc'd , which no less adorns Our gentry than our parents ' noble names , In ...
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... Look to your babe , my lord ; ' tis your's : Jove send her A better guiding spirit ! -What need these hands ? — You , that are thus so tender o'er his follies , Will never do him good , not one of you . So , so - farewell ; we are gone ...
... Look to your babe , my lord ; ' tis your's : Jove send her A better guiding spirit ! -What need these hands ? — You , that are thus so tender o'er his follies , Will never do him good , not one of you . So , so - farewell ; we are gone ...
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... Look down , And see what death is doing . 6 " Hermione is CHASTE , ] " Is cast , " says the folio , 1632 ; but it is altered to " chaste " by the old corrector , and it is " chaste " in the folio , 1623 , and in the folios of 1664 and ...
... Look down , And see what death is doing . 6 " Hermione is CHASTE , ] " Is cast , " says the folio , 1632 ; but it is altered to " chaste " by the old corrector , and it is " chaste " in the folio , 1623 , and in the folios of 1664 and ...
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Page 208 - 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.
Page 552 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,...
Page 331 - But when they seldom come, they wish'd-for come, And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off. I'll so offend, to make offence a skill ; Redeeming time, when men think least I...
Page 73 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids...
Page 405 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on, how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
Page 472 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Page 611 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Page 575 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more ; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...