The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Volume 2M'Carty & Davis, 1824 |
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... God's mother deigned to appear to me ; Char . Whoever saw the like ? what men have I ? -And , in a vision full of majesty , Dogs ! cowards ! dastards ! —I would ne'er have fled , But that they left me ' midst my enemies . Reig ...
... God's mother deigned to appear to me ; Char . Whoever saw the like ? what men have I ? -And , in a vision full of majesty , Dogs ! cowards ! dastards ! —I would ne'er have fled , But that they left me ' midst my enemies . Reig ...
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... God's name , and leave us . [ Exit Hume . ] Mother Jourdain , be you prostrate , and grovel on the earth : - * John ... God , whose name and power * Thou tremblest at , answer that I shall ask ; · Scene I. SECOND PART OF KING HENRY VI ...
... God's name , and leave us . [ Exit Hume . ] Mother Jourdain , be you prostrate , and grovel on the earth : - * John ... God , whose name and power * Thou tremblest at , answer that I shall ask ; · Scene I. SECOND PART OF KING HENRY VI ...
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... God's mother , priest , I'll shave your crown for this , * Or all my fencel shall fail . [ Aside . * Car . Medice ... God be prais'd ! that to believing souls ' Gives light in darkness , comfort in despair ! Enter the Mayor of Saint ...
... God's mother , priest , I'll shave your crown for this , * Or all my fencel shall fail . [ Aside . * Car . Medice ... God be prais'd ! that to believing souls ' Gives light in darkness , comfort in despair ! Enter the Mayor of Saint ...
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... God's name , see the lists and all things fit ; Here let them end it , and God defend the right ! * York . I never saw a fellow worse bested , * Or more afraid to fight , than is the appellant , * The servant of this armourer , my lords ...
... God's name , see the lists and all things fit ; Here let them end it , and God defend the right ! * York . I never saw a fellow worse bested , * Or more afraid to fight , than is the appellant , * The servant of this armourer , my lords ...
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... God forefend ! * Car . God's secret judgment : -I did dream to - night , The duke was dumb , and could not speak a word . [ The King swoons . ' Q. Mar. How fares my lord ? -Help , lords ! the king is dead . * Som . Rear up his body ...
... God forefend ! * Car . God's secret judgment : -I did dream to - night , The duke was dumb , and could not speak a word . [ The King swoons . ' Q. Mar. How fares my lord ? -Help , lords ! the king is dead . * Som . Rear up his body ...
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Page 256 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 406 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 370 - Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep ; No, I'll not weep : — • I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, Or ere I'll weep : — O, fool, I shall go mad ! {Exeunt LEAR, GLOSTER, KENT, and Fool.
Page 133 - 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 420 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!
Page 240 - That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on ; I tell you that which you yourselves do know ; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me : But were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Csesar, that...
Page 432 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that neither having the accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 159 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way ; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast : keep, then, the path : For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue : If you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright...
Page 227 - And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now cull out a holiday ? And do you now strew flowers in his way, That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Page 394 - Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...