The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 8Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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... speak more properly , stays me here at home unkept : For call you that keeping for a gentleman of my birth , that differs not from the stal- ling of an ox ? His horses are bred better ; for , besides that they are fair with their ...
... speak more properly , stays me here at home unkept : For call you that keeping for a gentleman of my birth , that differs not from the stal- ling of an ox ? His horses are bred better ; for , besides that they are fair with their ...
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... speak with me ? Den . So please you , he is here at the door , and im- portunes access to you . Oli . Call him in . [ Exit DENNIS . ] - Twill be a good way and to - morrow the wrestling is . Enter CHARLES . Cha . Good morrow to your ...
... speak with me ? Den . So please you , he is here at the door , and im- portunes access to you . Oli . Call him in . [ Exit DENNIS . ] - Twill be a good way and to - morrow the wrestling is . Enter CHARLES . Cha . Good morrow to your ...
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... speak it , there is not one so young and so villainous this day living . I speak but brotherly of him ; but should I anatomize him to thee as he is , I must blush and weep , and thou must look pale and wonder . Cha . I am heartily glad ...
... speak it , there is not one so young and so villainous this day living . I speak but brotherly of him ; but should I anatomize him to thee as he is , I must blush and weep , and thou must look pale and wonder . Cha . I am heartily glad ...
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... speak no more of him ; you'll be whipp'd for taxation , one of these days . Touch . The more pity , that fools may not speak wise- ly , what wise men do foolishly . Cel . By my troth , thou say'st true : for since the lit- tle wit ...
... speak no more of him ; you'll be whipp'd for taxation , one of these days . Touch . The more pity , that fools may not speak wise- ly , what wise men do foolishly . Cel . By my troth , thou say'st true : for since the lit- tle wit ...
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... speak of . Touch . Thus men may grow wiser every day ! it is the first time that ever I heard , breaking of ribs was sport for ladies . Cel . Or I , I promise thee . Ros . But is there any else longs to see this broken music in his ...
... speak of . Touch . Thus men may grow wiser every day ! it is the first time that ever I heard , breaking of ribs was sport for ladies . Cel . Or I , I promise thee . Ros . But is there any else longs to see this broken music in his ...
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Page 235 - Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, The primogenitive and due of birth, Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, But by degree, stand in authentick place ? Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark ! what discord follows ! Each thing meets In mere oppugnancy.
Page 42 - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, "With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes,...
Page 24 - Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than- the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say ' This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 235 - But when the planets In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea ! shaking of earth ! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
Page 42 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Page 307 - Fie, fie upon her ! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Page 24 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 235 - Amidst the other; whose medicinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad. But when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues and what portents!
Page 29 - When service should in my old limbs lie lame, And unregarded age in corners thrown. Take that; and He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age ! Here is the gold : All this I give you. Let me be your servant : Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood ; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo so The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty,...