Select Plays of William Shakespeare: In Six Volumes. With the Corrections & Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added, Notes, Volume 3proprietors, 1820 |
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... ( heaven be the record to my speech ! ) In the devotion of a subject's love , Tendering the precious safety of my prince , And free from other misbegotten hate , Come I appellant to this princely presence.- Now , Thomas Mowbray , do I ...
... ( heaven be the record to my speech ! ) In the devotion of a subject's love , Tendering the precious safety of my prince , And free from other misbegotten hate , Come I appellant to this princely presence.- Now , Thomas Mowbray , do I ...
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... heaven ; Who when he sees- ] The old copies erroneously read : Who when they see . I have reformed the text by example of a subsequent passage , p . 18 : 66 heaven's substitute , " His deputy , anointed in his sight , & c . Steevens ...
... heaven ; Who when he sees- ] The old copies erroneously read : Who when they see . I have reformed the text by example of a subsequent passage , p . 18 : 66 heaven's substitute , " His deputy , anointed in his sight , & c . Steevens ...
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... Heaven's is the quarrel ; for heaven's substitute , His deputy anointed in his sight , Hath caus'd his death : the which if wrongfully , Let heaven revenge ; for I may never lift An angry arm against his minister . Duch . Where then ...
... Heaven's is the quarrel ; for heaven's substitute , His deputy anointed in his sight , Hath caus'd his death : the which if wrongfully , Let heaven revenge ; for I may never lift An angry arm against his minister . Duch . Where then ...
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... heaven , the widow's champion and defence . Duch . Why then , I will . Farewel , old Gaunt.3 Thou go'st to Coventry , there to behold Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight : O , sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear , That it ...
... heaven , the widow's champion and defence . Duch . Why then , I will . Farewel , old Gaunt.3 Thou go'st to Coventry , there to behold Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight : O , sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear , That it ...
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... heaven , and thy valour ! Nor.2 My name is Thomas Mowbray , duke of Nor- folk ; Who hither come engaged by my oath , advertently introduced that nobleman as a distinct person from the Marshal , in the present drama . Mowbray Duke of ...
... heaven , and thy valour ! Nor.2 My name is Thomas Mowbray , duke of Nor- folk ; Who hither come engaged by my oath , advertently introduced that nobleman as a distinct person from the Marshal , in the present drama . Mowbray Duke of ...
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Page 81 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Page 80 - 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...
Page 40 - 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, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son ; This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm...
Page 146 - And now art thou cursed from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother's blood from thy hand. When thou tillest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength: A fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth.
Page 16 - My dear, dear lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation ; that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
Page 149 - Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.
Page 257 - Why, so can I ; or so can any man : But will they come, when you do call for them ? Glend.
Page 118 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which, with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Page 41 - 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: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Page 176 - Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman...