Shakspeare's Dramatic Works: With Explanatory Notes, Bind 2J. Stockdale, 1790 |
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Side 549
... moft finished of the Egyptian pyramids was built by her . She is faid afterwards to have married Pfammetichus , king of Egypt . Her afhes , in an urn more precious Than the. gone , As who should say , When I am dead and Remember to ...
... moft finished of the Egyptian pyramids was built by her . She is faid afterwards to have married Pfammetichus , king of Egypt . Her afhes , in an urn more precious Than the. gone , As who should say , When I am dead and Remember to ...
Side 599
... moft ungracious head ; Which I will bear in triumph to the king , [ Dies 10 Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon . [ Exit . Cade . Iden , farewel ; and be proud of thy vic- tory : Tell Kent from me , the hath loft her bett man , and ...
... moft ungracious head ; Which I will bear in triumph to the king , [ Dies 10 Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon . [ Exit . Cade . Iden , farewel ; and be proud of thy vic- tory : Tell Kent from me , the hath loft her bett man , and ...
Side 652
... moft forward in this noble prefence To doom the offenders : Whofoe'er they be , I fay , my lord , they have deserved death . Glo . Then be your eyes the witnefs of their evil , Look how I am bewitch'd ; behold , mine arm As too ...
... moft forward in this noble prefence To doom the offenders : Whofoe'er they be , I fay , my lord , they have deserved death . Glo . Then be your eyes the witnefs of their evil , Look how I am bewitch'd ; behold , mine arm As too ...
Side 658
... moft obedient fub- K. Rich . Art thou , indeed ? Tyr . Prove me , my gracious lord . [ mine ? K. Rich . Dar'ft thou refolve to kill a friend of Because a bard of Ireland told me once , I fhould not live long after I saw Richmond , Buck ...
... moft obedient fub- K. Rich . Art thou , indeed ? Tyr . Prove me , my gracious lord . [ mine ? K. Rich . Dar'ft thou refolve to kill a friend of Because a bard of Ireland told me once , I fhould not live long after I saw Richmond , Buck ...
Side 661
... moft heavy curfe ; Which , in the day of battle , tire thee more , Than all the compleat armour that thou wear'ft ! | My prayers on the adverfe party fight ; And there the little fouls of Edward's children Whisper the spirits of thine ...
... moft heavy curfe ; Which , in the day of battle , tire thee more , Than all the compleat armour that thou wear'ft ! | My prayers on the adverfe party fight ; And there the little fouls of Edward's children Whisper the spirits of thine ...
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Ægypt Afide againſt Ajax anſwer Antony Apemantus art thou beſt blood brother Brutus Cæfar Caffio caufe Cleo Coriolanus death Diomed doft doth duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe father fear feems fhall fhew fight firſt flain foldiers fome fool forrow foul fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword give Glofter grace hath hear heart heaven Henry himſelf honour houſe huſband Iago itſelf king lady Lear lord madam mafter Mark Antony moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night noble Nurfe Othello Pandarus pleaſe pleaſure Pleb pray prefent prince purpoſe Queen reafon reft Rome ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſhould ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtay ſuch tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Tybalt unto uſe Warwick whofe word yourſelf
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Side 753 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Side 741 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Side 754 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Side 692 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Side 692 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, }Never to hope again.
Side 1004 - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth,— wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin,— By the o'ergrowth of some complexion...
Side 753 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Side 744 - How that might change his nature, there's the question. It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Crown him?— That;— And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, That at his will he may do danger with.
Side 943 - And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep ; No, I'll not weep : — • I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, Or ere I'll weep : — O, fool, I shall go mad ! {Exeunt LEAR, GLOSTER, KENT, and Fool.
Side 792 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.