The Works of William Shakspeare: The Text Formed from an Intirely New Collation of the Old Editions, with the Various Readings, Notes, a Life of the Poet, and a History of the Early English Stage, Volume 4 (Google eBook)

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Page 399 - larum bell ? Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deaf'ning clamours in the
Page 399 - in an hour so rude; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. Enter WARWICK and SURREY*. War. Many good morrows to your majesty!
Page 142 - a house, Against the envy of less happier lands; 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 7 , Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For
Page 544 - if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires: But, if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour, 1
Page 326 - A trim reckoning !—Who hath it ? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it 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.
Page 63 - K. Phi. I fear some outrage, and I'll follow her. [Exit. Lew. There's nothing in this world, can make me joy: Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet word's taste 8 , That it yields nought, but shame, and bitterness.
Page 481 - Since we have locks to safeguard necessaries, And pretty traps to catch the petty thieves. While that the armed hand doth fight abroad, Th' advised head defends itself at home: For government, though high, and low, and lower, Put into parts, doth keep in one consent, Congreeing 7 in a full and natural close,
Page 325 - Fal. Tis not due yet: I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me ? Well, 'tis no matter; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me oft' when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set
Page 311 - having lately bath'd ; Glittering in golden coats, like images; As full of spirit as the month of May, And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer; Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls. I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd,
Page 539 - The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp That beats upon the high shore of this world ; No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony, Not all these laid in bed majestical, Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave. Who, with a body fill'd, and vacant mind,

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