The plays and poems of Shakespeare, according to the improved text of E. Malone, with notes and illustr., ed. by A.J. Valpy, Volume 8 |
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Page 81
... York . This is my servant : hear him , noble prince ! Som . And this is mine : sweet Henry , favor him ! K. Hen . Be patient , lords , and give them leave to speak.- Say , gentlemen , what makes you thus exclaim ? And wherefore crave ...
... York . This is my servant : hear him , noble prince ! Som . And this is mine : sweet Henry , favor him ! K. Hen . Be patient , lords , and give them leave to speak.- Say , gentlemen , what makes you thus exclaim ? And wherefore crave ...
Page 82
... York . Will not this malice , Somerset , be left ? Som . Your private grudge , my lord of York , will out , Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it . K. Hen . Good Lord ! what madness rules in brainsick men ; When , for so slight and ...
... York . Will not this malice , Somerset , be left ? Som . Your private grudge , my lord of York , will out , Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it . K. Hen . Good Lord ! what madness rules in brainsick men ; When , for so slight and ...
Page 84
... York , I promise you , the king Prettily , methought , did play the orator . York . And so he did ; but yet I like it not , In that he wears the badge of Somerset . War . Tush ! that was but his fancy : blame him not : I dare presume ...
... York , I promise you , the king Prettily , methought , did play the orator . York . And so he did ; but yet I like it not , In that he wears the badge of Somerset . War . Tush ! that was but his fancy : blame him not : I dare presume ...
Page 88
William Shakespeare Abraham John Valpy. SCENE III . Plains in Gascony . Enter YORK , with forces ; to him a MESSENGER . York . Are not the speedy scouts return'd again , That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin ? Mes . They are return ...
William Shakespeare Abraham John Valpy. SCENE III . Plains in Gascony . Enter YORK , with forces ; to him a MESSENGER . York . Are not the speedy scouts return'd again , That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin ? Mes . They are return ...
Page 89
... York ! Else , farewell Talbot , France , and England's honor . York . O God ! that Somerset , -who in proud heart Doth stop my cornets , —were in Talbot's place ! So should we save a valiant gentleman , By forfeiting a traitor and a ...
... York ! Else , farewell Talbot , France , and England's honor . York . O God ! that Somerset , -who in proud heart Doth stop my cornets , —were in Talbot's place ! So should we save a valiant gentleman , By forfeiting a traitor and a ...
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Page 242 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school; and whereas before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and contrary to the King his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.
Page 411 - And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!
Page 327 - Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond...
Page 20 - Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.