The complete works of Shakspere, with historical and analytical introductions to each play, also notes explanatory by J.O. Halliwell and other commentators, illustr. by portraits of actors of the age. [3 vols. With] The doubtful plays, with notes by H. Tyrrell |
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... noble boy ! Who would not do thee My lord Chatillon may from England bring right ? Aust . Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss . As seal to this indenture of my love ; That to my home I will no more return , Till Angiers , and the ...
... noble boy ! Who would not do thee My lord Chatillon may from England bring right ? Aust . Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss . As seal to this indenture of my love ; That to my home I will no more return , Till Angiers , and the ...
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... noble Dauphin , Go with me to the king : ' Tis wonderful , What may be wrought out of their discontent : Now that their souls are topfull of offence , For England go ; I will whet on the king . Lew . Strong reasons make strong actions ...
... noble Dauphin , Go with me to the king : ' Tis wonderful , What may be wrought out of their discontent : Now that their souls are topfull of offence , For England go ; I will whet on the king . Lew . Strong reasons make strong actions ...
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... noble mother : And , as I hear , my lord , The lady Constance in a frenzy died Three days before : but this from rumour's tongue I idly heard ; if true , or false , I know not . K. John . Withhold thy speed , dreadful occasion ! O ...
... noble mother : And , as I hear , my lord , The lady Constance in a frenzy died Three days before : but this from rumour's tongue I idly heard ; if true , or false , I know not . K. John . Withhold thy speed , dreadful occasion ! O ...
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... noble lord of France ; Whose private with me , of the Dauphin's love , Is much more general than these lines import.43 Big . To - morrow morning let us meet him then . Sal . Or , rather then set forward : for ' twill be Two long days ...
... noble lord of France ; Whose private with me , of the Dauphin's love , Is much more general than these lines import.43 Big . To - morrow morning let us meet him then . Sal . Or , rather then set forward : for ' twill be Two long days ...
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... noble Dauphin , albeit we swear A voluntary zeal , and unurg'd faith , To your proceedings ; yet , believe me , prince , I am not glad that such a sore of time Should seek a plaster by contemn'd revolt , And heal the inveterate canker ...
... noble Dauphin , albeit we swear A voluntary zeal , and unurg'd faith , To your proceedings ; yet , believe me , prince , I am not glad that such a sore of time Should seek a plaster by contemn'd revolt , And heal the inveterate canker ...
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Page 471 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
Page 426 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Page 196 - 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 471 - Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if...
Page 465 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd ; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou...
Page 487 - Above the ill fortune of them, or the need. I therefore will begin: Soul of the age! The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Page 175 - 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...
Page 60 - 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, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Page 469 - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire ? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu ; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are how...
Page 473 - They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow; They rightly do inherit Heaven's graces, And husband nature's riches from expense; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.