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Sir , but you shall come to it , by your honour ' s leave : And , I beseech you , look
into master Froth here , sir ; a man of fourscore pound a year ; whose father died
at Hallowmas : — Was ' t not at Hallowmas , master Froth ? Froth . All - hollond ...
Sir , but you shall come to it , by your honour ' s leave : And , I beseech you , look
into master Froth here , sir ; a man of fourscore pound a year ; whose father died
at Hallowmas : — Was ' t not at Hallowmas , master Froth ? Froth . All - hollond ...
Page 103
Most bounteous sir , [ Kneeling Look , if it please you , on this man condemn ' d ,
As if my brother liv ' d : I partly think , A due sincerity govern ' d his deeds , Till he
did look on me ; since it is so , Let him not die : My brother had but justice , In that
...
Most bounteous sir , [ Kneeling Look , if it please you , on this man condemn ' d ,
As if my brother liv ' d : I partly think , A due sincerity govern ' d his deeds , Till he
did look on me ; since it is so , Let him not die : My brother had but justice , In that
...
Page 163
Shep . Heavy matters ! heavy matters ! but look thee here , boy . Now bless
thyself ; thou met ' st with things dying , I with things new born . Here ' s a sight for
thee ; look thee , a bearing - cloth for a squire ' s child ! Look thee here ; take up ,
take ...
Shep . Heavy matters ! heavy matters ! but look thee here , boy . Now bless
thyself ; thou met ' st with things dying , I with things new born . Here ' s a sight for
thee ; look thee , a bearing - cloth for a squire ' s child ! Look thee here ; take up ,
take ...
Page 224
You gods , look down , And from your sacred vials pour your graces Upon my
daughter ' s head ! — Tell me , mine own , Where hast thou been preserv ' d ?
where liv ' d ? how found Thy father ' s court ? for thou shalt hear , that I ,Knowing
by ...
You gods , look down , And from your sacred vials pour your graces Upon my
daughter ' s head ! — Tell me , mine own , Where hast thou been preserv ' d ?
where liv ' d ? how found Thy father ' s court ? for thou shalt hear , that I ,Knowing
by ...
Page 356
Look on her , — look , - her lips , Look there , look there ! - - [ He dies . Edg . He
faints ! — My lord , my lord , Kent . Break , heart ; I pr ' ythee , break ! Edg . Look
up , my lord . Kent . Vex not his ghost : 0 , let him pass ! he hates Fon : Tha wok ,
het ...
Look on her , — look , - her lips , Look there , look there ! - - [ He dies . Edg . He
faints ! — My lord , my lord , Kent . Break , heart ; I pr ' ythee , break ! Edg . Look
up , my lord . Kent . Vex not his ghost : 0 , let him pass ! he hates Fon : Tha wok ,
het ...
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Page 344 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Page 51 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Page 299 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. Off, off, you lendings! come, unbutton here.
Page 297 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Page 338 - Pray, do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward ; and, to deal plainly, I fear, I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks, I should know you, and know this man ; Yet I am doubtful...
Page 21 - We must not make a scare-crow of the law. Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Page 326 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Page 66 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Page 291 - Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then, let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.
Page 162 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
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| Title | The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 9 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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