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... , 122 his ? ] Theobald . his , Ff . 131 his ? ] his . F1 . 134 Whether ] Say Pope . rather be ] rather , ―be Capell . be a ] be ? a Vaughan conj . 120 125 130 And like thy brother , to enjoy thy land , 8 ACT I. KING JOHN .
... , 122 his ? ] Theobald . his , Ff . 131 his ? ] his . F1 . 134 Whether ] Say Pope . rather be ] rather , ―be Capell . be a ] be ? a Vaughan conj . 120 125 130 And like thy brother , to enjoy thy land , 8 ACT I. KING JOHN .
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... Theobald . smoake ... smacke FF2 . smoak smack F3F4 . smack ... smoak Pope . 209 And ... no ; ] Put in brackets , as spurious , by Warburton . And so ] E'en so Lettsom conj . 212 motion to ] motion too Hanmer . deliver ] delivers Capell ...
... Theobald . smoake ... smacke FF2 . smoak smack F3F4 . smack ... smoak Pope . 209 And ... no ; ] Put in brackets , as spurious , by Warburton . And so ] E'en so Lettsom conj . 212 motion to ] motion too Hanmer . deliver ] delivers Capell ...
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... Theobald ( Warburton ) . Philip ? Sparrow ! Upton conj . Philip- spare oh ! Grey conj . Philip Spar- row ! Green conj . ( N. and Q. , 1885 ) . 232 toys ] noise Gould conj . [ Exit Gurney . ] Exit Iames . Ff . 236 , 237 well : marry ...
... Theobald ( Warburton ) . Philip ? Sparrow ! Upton conj . Philip- spare oh ! Grey conj . Philip Spar- row ! Green conj . ( N. and Q. , 1885 ) . 232 toys ] noise Gould conj . [ Exit Gurney . ] Exit Iames . Ff . 236 , 237 well : marry ...
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... Theobald . and if Ff . 133 There's ... thee . ] As in Pope . Two lines in Ff , ending boy ... thee . would ] wouldst Theobald ( ed . 1 ) . 136 An a ' ] Theobald . And a Ff . You are the hare of whom the proverb goes , 20 ACT II . KING JOHN ...
... Theobald . and if Ff . 133 There's ... thee . ] As in Pope . Two lines in Ff , ending boy ... thee . would ] wouldst Theobald ( ed . 1 ) . 136 An a ' ] Theobald . And a Ff . You are the hare of whom the proverb goes , 20 ACT II . KING JOHN ...
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... Theobald . and Ff . 141 Blanch . ] Const . Cowden Clarke conj . did ] doth Anon . conj . 144 Alcides ' shows ... Theobald . King Lewis Ff . K. Phi . Lewis Capell . King , -Lewis Knight ( Malone conj . , withdrawn ) . See note ( IX ) ...
... Theobald . and Ff . 141 Blanch . ] Const . Cowden Clarke conj . did ] doth Anon . conj . 144 Alcides ' shows ... Theobald . King Lewis Ff . K. Phi . Lewis Capell . King , -Lewis Knight ( Malone conj . , withdrawn ) . See note ( IX ) ...
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Page 284 - So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off. I'll so offend, to make offence a skill; Redeeming time when men think least I will [Exit.
Page 666 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Page 389 - 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
Page 160 - England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds...
Page 618 - Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height. On, on, you noblest English, Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof ! Fathers that, like so many Alexanders, Have in these parts from morn till even fought, And sheathed their swords for lack of argument: Dishonour not your mothers; now attest That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Page 318 - I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the North; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, 'Fie upon this quiet life! I want work.
Page 159 - 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, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
Page 284 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun ; Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That, when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Page 480 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down...
Page 481 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy 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.