The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 2American book exchange, 1881 |
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... head , But that I am as well begot , my liege , - Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me ! - Compare our faces and be judge yourself . If old sir Robert did beget us both And were our father and this son like him , O old sir ...
... head , But that I am as well begot , my liege , - Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me ! - Compare our faces and be judge yourself . If old sir Robert did beget us both And were our father and this son like him , O old sir ...
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... head ? Why dost thou look so sadly on my son ? What means that hand upon that breast of thine ? Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum ? Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds ? Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words ? Then ...
... head ? Why dost thou look so sadly on my son ? What means that hand upon that breast of thine ? Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum ? Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds ? Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words ? Then ...
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... head . K. Phi . Thou shalt not need . England , I will fall from thee . Const . O fair return of banish'd majesty ... head . Bast . Now , by my life , this day grows wondrous hot ; Some airy devil hovers in the sky And pours down ...
... head . K. Phi . Thou shalt not need . England , I will fall from thee . Const . O fair return of banish'd majesty ... head . Bast . Now , by my life , this day grows wondrous hot ; Some airy devil hovers in the sky And pours down ...
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... head , When there is such disorder in my wit . O Lord ! my boy , my Arthur , my fair son ! My life , my joy , my food , my all the world ! My widow - comfort , and my sorrows ' cure ! 90 100 [ Exit . K. Phi . I fear some outrage , and I ...
... head , When there is such disorder in my wit . O Lord ! my boy , my Arthur , my fair son ! My life , my joy , my food , my all the world ! My widow - comfort , and my sorrows ' cure ! 90 100 [ Exit . K. Phi . I fear some outrage , and I ...
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... head did but ache , I knit my handkercher about your brows , The best I had , a princess wrought it me , And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head , And like the watchful minutes to the hour , Still ...
... head did but ache , I knit my handkercher about your brows , The best I had , a princess wrought it me , And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head , And like the watchful minutes to the hour , Still ...
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Page 709 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy...
Page 712 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Page 45 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Page 735 - She shall be lov'd and fear'd : her own shall bless her ; Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her ! In her days every man shall eat in safety, Under his own vine, what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours: God shall be truly known; and those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
Page 195 - 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 333 - 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 103 - No matter where. Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
Page 239 - Too wide for Neptune's hips ; how chances mock, And changes fill the cup of alteration With divers liquors ! O, if this were seen, The happiest youth, — viewing his progress through, What perils past, what crosses to ensue, — Would shut the book, and sit him down and die.
Page 749 - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad : But when the planets In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea ! shaking of earth ! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
Page 104 - 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?