The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere: Comedies, vol. 1. Two gentlemen of Verona. Comedy of Errors. Love's labour's lost. All's well that ends well. Taming of the shrew. A midsummer-night's dream. The merchant of VeniceC. Knight, 1851 |
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... keep his princely heart from Richard's hand . He that perforce robs lions of their hearts , May easily win a woman's . Ay , my mother , With all my heart I thank thee for my father ! Who lives and dares but say , thou didst not well ...
... keep his princely heart from Richard's hand . He that perforce robs lions of their hearts , May easily win a woman's . Ay , my mother , With all my heart I thank thee for my father ! Who lives and dares but say , thou didst not well ...
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... keep A peaceful progress to the ocean ? K. PHI . England , thou hast not sav'd one drop of blood , In this hot trial , more than we of France ; Rather , lost more : And by this hand I swear , That sways the earth this climate overlooks ...
... keep A peaceful progress to the ocean ? K. PHI . England , thou hast not sav'd one drop of blood , In this hot trial , more than we of France ; Rather , lost more : And by this hand I swear , That sways the earth this climate overlooks ...
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... keep this city . BAST . Here's a stay , That shakes the rotten carcase of old death Out of his rags ! Here's a large mouth , indeed , That spits forth death , and mountains , rocks , and seas ; Talks as familiarly of roaring lions , As ...
... keep this city . BAST . Here's a stay , That shakes the rotten carcase of old death Out of his rags ! Here's a large mouth , indeed , That spits forth death , and mountains , rocks , and seas ; Talks as familiarly of roaring lions , As ...
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... Keep Stephen Langton , chosen archbishop Of Canterbury , from that holy see ? This , in our ' foresaid holy father's name , Pope Innocent , I do demand of thee . a K. JOHN . What earthly name to interrogatories Can task the free breath ...
... Keep Stephen Langton , chosen archbishop Of Canterbury , from that holy see ? This , in our ' foresaid holy father's name , Pope Innocent , I do demand of thee . a K. JOHN . What earthly name to interrogatories Can task the free breath ...
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... Keep my need up , and faith is trodden down . K. JOHN . The king is mov'd , and answers not to this . CONST . O , be remov'd from him , and answer well . AUST . Do so , king Philip ; hang no more in doubt . BAST . Hang nothing but a ...
... Keep my need up , and faith is trodden down . K. JOHN . The king is mov'd , and answers not to this . CONST . O , be remov'd from him , and answer well . AUST . Do so , king Philip ; hang no more in doubt . BAST . Hang nothing but a ...
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Appears arms Arthur Aumerle BARD Bardolph BAST blood BOLING Bolingbroke brother called castle cousin crown dauphin death dost doth Duke Duke of Burgundy Duke of Hereford Earl England English Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear folio France French friends Gaunt give Glendower grace grief hand Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven Henry IV Henry of Monmouth Holinshed honour horse HOST Hotspur John of Gaunt KING HENRY King John King Richard king's knight lady Lancaster land liege lord majesty master never noble Northumberland old copies passage peace Percy PIST Pistol poet POINS prince quarto QUEEN RICH Richard II SCENE Shakspere Shakspere's SHAL sir John sir John Falstaff soldier soul speak sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue uncle unto Westmoreland word YORK
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Страница 352 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst 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.
Страница 286 - 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 that word, honour? air. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? he that died o
Страница 47 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
Страница 451 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger : Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood...
Страница 152 - 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?
Страница 252 - If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked ! if to be old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know is damned : if to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved. No, my good lord ; banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins : but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being, as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's company : banish...
Страница 452 - That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot! Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry, "God...
Страница 351 - 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...
Страница 130 - 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...
Страница 248 - We two saw you four set on four ; you bound them, and were masters of their wealth. — Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. — Then did we two set on you four ; and, with a word, out-faced you from your prize, and have it ; yea, and can show it you here in the house...