The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, Bind 6 |
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Side 340
... Clif . What say ye , countrymen ? will ' And yield to mercy , whilst ' tis offer'd you ; ' Or let a rabble lead you to your deaths ? Who loves the king , and will embrace his pardon , Fling up his cap , and say - God save his majesty ...
... Clif . What say ye , countrymen ? will ' And yield to mercy , whilst ' tis offer'd you ; ' Or let a rabble lead you to your deaths ? Who loves the king , and will embrace his pardon , Fling up his cap , and say - God save his majesty ...
Side 342
... Clif . He's fled , my lord , and all his powers do yield ; ' And humbly thus , with halters on their necks , ' Expect your highness ' doom , of life , or death . K. Hen . Then , heaven , set ope thy everlasting gates , To entertain my ...
... Clif . He's fled , my lord , and all his powers do yield ; ' And humbly thus , with halters on their necks , ' Expect your highness ' doom , of life , or death . K. Hen . Then , heaven , set ope thy everlasting gates , To entertain my ...
Side 352
... Clif . This is my king , York , I do not mistake ; ' But thou mistak'st me much , to think I do : - ' To Bedlam with him ! is the man grown mad ? K. Hen . Ay , Clifford ; a bedlam and ambitious humour ' Makes him oppose himself against ...
... Clif . This is my king , York , I do not mistake ; ' But thou mistak'st me much , to think I do : - ' To Bedlam with him ! is the man grown mad ? K. Hen . Ay , Clifford ; a bedlam and ambitious humour ' Makes him oppose himself against ...
Side 353
... Clif . Hence , heap of wrath , foul indigested lump , * As crooked in thy manners as thy shape ! * York . Nay , we shall heat you thoroughly anon . * Clif . Take heed , lest by your heat you burn yourselves . * K. Hen . Why , Warwick ...
... Clif . Hence , heap of wrath , foul indigested lump , * As crooked in thy manners as thy shape ! * York . Nay , we shall heat you thoroughly anon . * Clif . Take heed , lest by your heat you burn yourselves . * K. Hen . Why , Warwick ...
Side 354
... Clif . The first I warrant thee , if dreams prove true . ' War . You were best to go to bed , and dream again , To keep thee from the tempest of the field . Clif . I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm , Than any thou canst conjure up ...
... Clif . The first I warrant thee , if dreams prove true . ' War . You were best to go to bed , and dream again , To keep thee from the tempest of the field . Clif . I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm , Than any thou canst conjure up ...
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Alarum Alençon arms bear blood brave brother Burgundy Cade Char Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown Dauphin dead death doth duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward enemy England English Enter King HENRY Exeter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fight France French friends give Gloster grace hand Harfleur hath head hear heart heaven Henry's honour house of Lancaster house of York Humphrey Jack Cade JOHNSON Kath King Henry VI lady liege look lord lord protector madam majesty Margaret ne'er never night noble peace Pist Plantagenet play prince protector Pucelle queen Reignier Richard Richard Plantagenet Saint Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE Shakspeare shame soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt traitor unto valiant Warwick wilt words
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Side 1 - O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and, at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, Crouch for employment.
Side 41 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more ; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man, As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger ; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favored rage.
Side 418 - I smile, And cry, content, to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions. I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall, I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk ; I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, Deceive more slily than Ulysses could, And like a Sinon take another Troy. I can add colours to the...
Side 84 - 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...
Side 84 - Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd : 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...
Side 398 - O God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live. When this is known, then to divide the times: So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many...
Side 161 - In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts : Let him that is a true-born gentleman And stands upon the honour of his birth, If he suppose that I have pleaded truth. From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. 30 Som. Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer, But dare maintain the party of the truth, Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
Side 2 - Whose high, upreared and abutting fronts The perilous, narrow ocean parts asunder. Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts: Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance ; Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...