The Family Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes; in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text; But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read Aloud in a Family, Bind 5Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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Side 4
... Cousin of Hereford , what dost thou object Against the duke of Norfolk , Thomas Mowbray ? Boling . First , ( heaven be the record to my speech ! ) In the devotion of a subject's love , Tendering the precious safety of my prince , And ...
... Cousin of Hereford , what dost thou object Against the duke of Norfolk , Thomas Mowbray ? Boling . First , ( heaven be the record to my speech ! ) In the devotion of a subject's love , Tendering the precious safety of my prince , And ...
Side 5
... I mount , alive may I not light , If I be traitor , or unjustly fight ! 2 Unhabitable . 1 K. Rich . What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's B 3 SCENE I. ] 5 KING RICHARD II . The bitter clamour of two eager tongues, ...
... I mount , alive may I not light , If I be traitor , or unjustly fight ! 2 Unhabitable . 1 K. Rich . What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's B 3 SCENE I. ] 5 KING RICHARD II . The bitter clamour of two eager tongues, ...
Side 6
... cousin lay to Mowbray's charge ? It must be great , that can inherit us So much as of a thought of ill in him . Boling . Look , what I speak my life shall prove it true ; That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles , In name of ...
... cousin lay to Mowbray's charge ? It must be great , that can inherit us So much as of a thought of ill in him . Boling . Look , what I speak my life shall prove it true ; That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles , In name of ...
Side 8
... , mine honour let me try ; In that I live , and for that will I die . Is - K. Rich . Cousin , throw down your gage ; do begin . 3 No advantage in delay . you Boling . O , God defend my soul from such 8 [ ACT I. KING RICHARD 11 .
... , mine honour let me try ; In that I live , and for that will I die . Is - K. Rich . Cousin , throw down your gage ; do begin . 3 No advantage in delay . you Boling . O , God defend my soul from such 8 [ ACT I. KING RICHARD 11 .
Side 11
... cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight : O , sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear , That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast ! Or , if misfortune miss the first career , Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom , That they may ...
... cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight : O , sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear , That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast ! Or , if misfortune miss the first career , Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom , That they may ...
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Side 181 - 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
Side 290 - 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 21 - O, who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December snow, By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Side 291 - On this unworthy scaffold, to bring forth So great an object : Can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France, or may we cram Within this wooden O ', the very casques ', That did affright the air at Agincourt?
Side 219 - Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then, and call me gossip Quickly? coming in to •borrow a mess of vinegar; telling us, she had a good dish of prawns; whereby thou didst desire to eat some; whereby I told thee, they were ill for a green wound?
Side 78 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. DUCHESS. Alack, poor Richard! where rode he the whilst? YORK. As in a theatre the eyes of men After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on gentle Richard; no man cried 'God save him!
Side 109 - Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Side 214 - When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model ; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection ; Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then but draw anew the model In fewer offices, or at last desist To build at all...
Side 232 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd : The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life ; which in their seeds, And weak beginnings, lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Side 114 - By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon ; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear, Without corrival, all her dignities : — But out upon this half- fac'd fellowship ! Wor.