The Dramatic Works: Of Shakespeare, in Six Volumes; with Notes by Joseph Rann, ...at the Clarendon Press, M DCC LXXXVI. To be had of Mess. Rivington, London; Mess. Prince and Cooke and C. Selwin Rann, Oxford; and of Mess. Pearson and Rollason, Birmingham, 1789 |
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Woe is my heart , That the poor soldier , that so richly fought , Whose rags sham'd
gilded arms , whose naked breast Stept before targe of proof , cannot be found :
He shall be happy that can find him , if Our grace can make him so . Bel . I never ...
Woe is my heart , That the poor soldier , that so richly fought , Whose rags sham'd
gilded arms , whose naked breast Stept before targe of proof , cannot be found :
He shall be happy that can find him , if Our grace can make him so . Bel . I never ...
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His mother shames him fo , poor boy , he weeps . Conft . Now shame upon you ,
whe'r she does , or no ! His grandam's wrongs , and not his mother's shames ,
Draw those heaven - moving pearls from his poor eyes , Which heaven shall take
...
His mother shames him fo , poor boy , he weeps . Conft . Now shame upon you ,
whe'r she does , or no ! His grandam's wrongs , and not his mother's shames ,
Draw those heaven - moving pearls from his poor eyes , Which heaven shall take
...
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Though death be poor , it ends a mortal woe . K. Rich . The ripest fruit first falls ,
and so doth he ; His time is spent , our pilgrimage must bę : So much for that . -
Now for our Irish wars : We must supplant those rough rug - headed " kerns ;
Which ...
Though death be poor , it ends a mortal woe . K. Rich . The ripest fruit first falls ,
and so doth he ; His time is spent , our pilgrimage must bę : So much for that . -
Now for our Irish wars : We must supplant those rough rug - headed " kerns ;
Which ...
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I pr'ythee , Ton , beat Cut's saddle , put a few flocks in the point ; the poor jade is “
withers out of all cess . wrung in the Enter another Carrier . 2 Car . Pease and
beans are as w dank here as a dog , and that is the next way to give poor jades
the ...
I pr'ythee , Ton , beat Cut's saddle , put a few flocks in the point ; the poor jade is “
withers out of all cess . wrung in the Enter another Carrier . 2 Car . Pease and
beans are as w dank here as a dog , and that is the next way to give poor jades
the ...
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How comes this , fir John ? Fie ! what man of good temper would endure this
tempest of exclamation ? Are you not alham'd , to enforce a poor widow to fo
rough a course to come by her own ? Fal . What is the gross sum that I owe thee
? Hoft .
How comes this , fir John ? Fie ! what man of good temper would endure this
tempest of exclamation ? Are you not alham'd , to enforce a poor widow to fo
rough a course to come by her own ? Fal . What is the gross sum that I owe thee
? Hoft .
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Achilles againſt Ajax anſwer arms bear better blood Boling breath bring brother comes couſin dead death doth England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith fall father fear fellow fight firſt France friends give gone grace grief hand Harry haſt hath head hear heart heaven Hector Henry himſelf hold honour hour I'll Italy John keep king lady land leave live look lord majeſty maſter means meet moſt muſt myſelf never night noble peace play Poins poor pray prince Queen Rich Richard ſay ſee ſet ſhall ſhe ſhould ſir ſome ſon ſoul ſpeak ſtand ſtill ſuch ſweet ſword tell thee theſe thing thoſe thou art thought tongue Troi Troilus true truth whoſe York young
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Página 319 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Página 558 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of • it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my catechism.
Página 417 - 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...
Página 327 - 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.
Página 558 - 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
Página 22 - Amidst the other : whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander.