The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, from the Text of Johnson, Stevens and Reed: With Glossarial Notes, Life, &c, Volum 3Routledge, Warne & Routledge, 1862 |
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... HAZLITT , ESQ . IN FOUR VOLUMES . VOL . III . LONDON : ROUTLEDGE , WARNE , & ROUTLEDGE , FARRINGDON STREET ; NEW YORK : 56 , WALKER STREET . 1862 . HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY GIFT OF RADCLIFFE COLLEGE LIBRARY 1942 CONTENTS.
... HAZLITT , ESQ . IN FOUR VOLUMES . VOL . III . LONDON : ROUTLEDGE , WARNE , & ROUTLEDGE , FARRINGDON STREET ; NEW YORK : 56 , WALKER STREET . 1862 . HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY GIFT OF RADCLIFFE COLLEGE LIBRARY 1942 CONTENTS.
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... YORK , Cousin to the King . EARLS OF SALISBURY , WEST- MORELAND , and WARWICK . ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY . BISHOP OF ELY . EARL OF CAMBRIDGE , ) Conspi- LORD SCROOP , rators SIR THOMAS GREY , against the King . SIR THOMAS ERPINGHAM ...
... YORK , Cousin to the King . EARLS OF SALISBURY , WEST- MORELAND , and WARWICK . ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY . BISHOP OF ELY . EARL OF CAMBRIDGE , ) Conspi- LORD SCROOP , rators SIR THOMAS GREY , against the King . SIR THOMAS ERPINGHAM ...
Pàgina 49
... YORK . York . My lord , most humbly on my knee I beg The leading of the vaward . K. Hen . Take it , brave York . - Now , soldiers , march away : - And how thou pleasest , God , dispose the day ! SCENE IV - The Field of Battle . [ Exeunt ...
... YORK . York . My lord , most humbly on my knee I beg The leading of the vaward . K. Hen . Take it , brave York . - Now , soldiers , march away : - And how thou pleasest , God , dispose the day ! SCENE IV - The Field of Battle . [ Exeunt ...
Pàgina 51
... York commends him to your majesty . K. Hen . Lives he , good uncle ? thrice within this hour , I saw him down ; thrice up again , and fighting ; From helmet to the spur , all blood he was . Exe . In which array ( brave soldier ) , doth ...
... York commends him to your majesty . K. Hen . Lives he , good uncle ? thrice within this hour , I saw him down ; thrice up again , and fighting ; From helmet to the spur , all blood he was . Exe . In which array ( brave soldier ) , doth ...
Pàgina 52
... York , all haggled over , Comes to him , where in gore he lay insteep'd , And takes him by the beard : kisses the gashes , That bloodily did yawn upon his face ; And cries aloud , -Tarry , dear cousin Suffolk ! My soul shall thine keep ...
... York , all haggled over , Comes to him , where in gore he lay insteep'd , And takes him by the beard : kisses the gashes , That bloodily did yawn upon his face ; And cries aloud , -Tarry , dear cousin Suffolk ! My soul shall thine keep ...
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Pàgina 47 - God's will ! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not 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.
Pàgina 24 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Pàgina 24 - 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-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect...
Pàgina 282 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Pàgina 282 - I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick, Who cried aloud " What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ?
Pàgina 393 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr ! Serve the King ; And, — -pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny ; 'tis the King's : my robe, And my integrity to Heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell ! Had...
Pàgina 222 - 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.
Pàgina 8 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly...