The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., Volume 3Phillips, Sampson, 1850 |
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Page 87
... rich , but he wears them not handsomely . Clo . He seems to be the more noble in being fan- tastical ; a great man , I'll warrant ; I know , by the picking on's teeth . Aut . The fardel there ? what's i'the fardel ? Wherefore that box ...
... rich , but he wears them not handsomely . Clo . He seems to be the more noble in being fan- tastical ; a great man , I'll warrant ; I know , by the picking on's teeth . Aut . The fardel there ? what's i'the fardel ? Wherefore that box ...
Page 91
... rich for what they yielded . Leon . And left them Thou speak'st truth . One worse , No more such wives ; therefore no wife . And better used , would make her sainted spirit Again possess her corpse ; and on this stage , ( Where we ...
... rich for what they yielded . Leon . And left them Thou speak'st truth . One worse , No more such wives ; therefore no wife . And better used , would make her sainted spirit Again possess her corpse ; and on this stage , ( Where we ...
Page 97
... rich in worth1 as beauty , That you might well enjoy her . Flo . Dear , look up . Though fortune , visible an enemy , Should chase us with my father , power no jot Hath she to change our loves .- ' Beseech you , sir , Remember since you ...
... rich in worth1 as beauty , That you might well enjoy her . Flo . Dear , look up . Though fortune , visible an enemy , Should chase us with my father , power no jot Hath she to change our loves .- ' Beseech you , sir , Remember since you ...
Page 139
... rich aspect to the hot breath of Spain ; who sent whole armadas of carracks 2 to be ballast at her nose . Ant . S. Where stood Belgia , the Netherlands ? Dro . S. O , sir , I did not look so low . To conclude this drudge , or diviner ...
... rich aspect to the hot breath of Spain ; who sent whole armadas of carracks 2 to be ballast at her nose . Ant . S. Where stood Belgia , the Netherlands ? Dro . S. O , sir , I did not look so low . To conclude this drudge , or diviner ...
Page 240
... rich east to boot . Mal . Be not offended ; I speak not as in absolute fear of you . I think our country sinks beneath the yoke . It weeps , it bleeds ; and each new day a gash Is added to her wounds . I think , withal , There would be ...
... rich east to boot . Mal . Be not offended ; I speak not as in absolute fear of you . I think our country sinks beneath the yoke . It weeps , it bleeds ; and each new day a gash Is added to her wounds . I think , withal , There would be ...
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Page 465 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen, I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Page 408 - 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 382 - 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...
Page 185 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill, cannot be good : — if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use...
Page 383 - 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: 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 408 - Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills; And yet not so,—for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own, but death; And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Page 190 - The effect, and it. Come to .my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH.
Page 190 - Come, come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here ; And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse...
Page 216 - 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.
Page 189 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition ; but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win : thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it: And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.