Macbeth. King John. King Richard II.-v. 2. King Henry IV. King Henry V.-v. 3. King Henry VI.-v. 4. King Richard III. King Henry VIII. A Midsummer-night's dream. Titus Andronicus.-v. 5. Comedy of errors. Taming of the shrew. Love's labour's lost.-v. 6. Two gentlemen of Verona. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet, prince of Denmark.-v. 7. Merchant of Venice. All's well that ends well. Much ado about nothing.-v. 8. As you like it. Merry wives of Windsor. Troilus and Cressida.-v. 9. Measure for measure. Winter's tale. King Lear.-v. 10. Cymbeline. Julius Caesar. Antony and Cleopatra.-v. 11. Pericles, prince of Tyre. Timon of Athens. Coriolanus.-v. 12. Othello. The tempest. Twelfth night |
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And chastise with the valour of my tongue į All that impedes thee from the golden
round , Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown ' d withal
. What is your tidings ? Enter an Attendant . . . . iri ! Atten . The king comes here ...
And chastise with the valour of my tongue į All that impedes thee from the golden
round , Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown ' d withal
. What is your tidings ? Enter an Attendant . . . . iri ! Atten . The king comes here ...
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Enter King John , PANDULPH with the Crown , and attendants . : K . John . Thus
have I yielded up into your hand The circle of my glory . Pand . Take again [
Giving John the Crown . From this my hand , as holding of the pope , Your
sovereign ...
Enter King John , PANDULPH with the Crown , and attendants . : K . John . Thus
have I yielded up into your hand The circle of my glory . Pand . Take again [
Giving John the Crown . From this my hand , as holding of the pope , Your
sovereign ...
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Armies of pestilence ; and they shall strike Your children yet unborn , and
unbegot , That lift your vassal hands against my head , And threat the glory of my
precious crown . Tell Bolingbroke , ( for yond ' , methinks , he is , ) That every
stride he ...
Armies of pestilence ; and they shall strike Your children yet unborn , and
unbegot , That lift your vassal hands against my head , And threat the glory of my
precious crown . Tell Bolingbroke , ( for yond ' , methinks , he is , ) That every
stride he ...
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Now is this golden crown like a deep well , That owes two buckets filling one
another ; The emptier ever dancing in the air , The other down , unseen , and full
of water : The bucket down , and full of tears , am I , Drinking my griefs , whilst you
...
Now is this golden crown like a deep well , That owes two buckets filling one
another ; The emptier ever dancing in the air , The other down , unseen , and full
of water : The bucket down , and full of tears , am I , Drinking my griefs , whilst you
...
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My care is — loss of care , by old care done ; Your care is - gain of care , by new
care won : The cares I give , I have , though given away ; They tend the crown ,
yet still with me they stay . Boling . Are you contented to resign the crown ? K .
Rich ...
My care is — loss of care , by old care done ; Your care is - gain of care , by new
care won : The cares I give , I have , though given away ; They tend the crown ,
yet still with me they stay . Boling . Are you contented to resign the crown ? K .
Rich ...
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Page 92 - Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, For it hath cow'd my better part of man ! And be these juggling fiends no more belieVd, That palter with us in a double sense ; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope l*"0 — I'll not fight with thee. Macd. Then yield thee, coward, And live to be the show and gaze o...
Page 23 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me : I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Page 46 - Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstacy. Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison. Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further!
Page 211 - 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?
Page 30 - How is't with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Page 87 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle...
Page 186 - This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself.
Page 26 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat -oppressed brain?
Page 246 - All murder'd; — for within the hollow crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state, and grinning at his pomp ; Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks...
Page 22 - Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off: And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
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| Title | Macbeth. King John. King Richard II.-v. 2. King Henry IV. King Henry V.-v. 3. King Henry VI.-v. 4. King Richard III. King Henry VIII. A Midsummer-night's dream. Titus Andronicus.-v. 5. Comedy of errors. Taming of the shrew. Love's labour's lost.-v. 6. Two gentlemen of Verona. Romeo and Juliet ... Volume 1 of The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 27 Dec 2006 |
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