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Page 87
I hope , I shall know your honour better . Pan , I do desire it . Serv . You are in the
state of grace . [ Musick within . Pan . Grace ! not so , friend ; honour and lordship
are my titles : - What musick is this ? Serv . I do but partly know , sir ; it is musick ...
I hope , I shall know your honour better . Pan , I do desire it . Serv . You are in the
state of grace . [ Musick within . Pan . Grace ! not so , friend ; honour and lordship
are my titles : - What musick is this ? Serv . I do but partly know , sir ; it is musick ...
Page 114
... as soon read in the eyes of others , As feel in his own fall : for men , like
butterflies , Show not their mealy wings , but to the summer ; And not a man , for
being simply man , Hath any honour ; but honour for those honours That are
without him ...
... as soon read in the eyes of others , As feel in his own fall : for men , like
butterflies , Show not their mealy wings , but to the summer ; And not a man , for
being simply man , Hath any honour ; but honour for those honours That are
without him ...
Page 118
Take the instant way ; For honour travels in a strait so narrow , Where one but
goes abreast : keep then the path ; For emulation hath a thousand sons , That
one by one pursue : If you give way , Or hedge aside from the direct forthright ,
Like to ...
Take the instant way ; For honour travels in a strait so narrow , Where one but
goes abreast : keep then the path ; For emulation hath a thousand sons , That
one by one pursue : If you give way , Or hedge aside from the direct forthright ,
Like to ...
Page 178
Hold you still , I say ; Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate :: Life every man
holds dear ; but the dear man Holds honour far more precious - dear than life.97 i
. e . to use violent thefts , because we would give much . The word count bad ...
Hold you still , I say ; Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate :: Life every man
holds dear ; but the dear man Holds honour far more precious - dear than life.97 i
. e . to use violent thefts , because we would give much . The word count bad ...
Page 233
It is an honour 4 that I dream not of . it stinted , ] i . e . it stopped , it forebore from
weeping . So , Sir Thomas North , in his translation of Plutarch , speaking of the
wound which Antony received , says : “ for the blood stinted . a little when he was
...
It is an honour 4 that I dream not of . it stinted , ] i . e . it stopped , it forebore from
weeping . So , Sir Thomas North , in his translation of Plutarch , speaking of the
wound which Antony received , says : “ for the blood stinted . a little when he was
...
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| Title | The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volume 12 The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Isaac Reed |
| Publisher | C. and A. Conrad, 1809 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 28 Dec 2006 |
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