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... answer here ? Wilt thou vpon a frantick madding vaine Goe loose thy land , and say thy selfe base borne ? K. John . Say , who was thy Father ? Philip . Faith ( my Lord ) to answere you , No , keep thy land , though Richard were thy Sire ...
... answer here ? Wilt thou vpon a frantick madding vaine Goe loose thy land , and say thy selfe base borne ? K. John . Say , who was thy Father ? Philip . Faith ( my Lord ) to answere you , No , keep thy land , though Richard were thy Sire ...
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... answer France . Chat . Then take my king's defiance from my mouth , The farthest limit of my embassy . 8 K. John . Bear mine to him , and so depart in peace . Be thou as lightning 9 in the eyes of France ; For ere thou canst report I ...
... answer France . Chat . Then take my king's defiance from my mouth , The farthest limit of my embassy . 8 K. John . Bear mine to him , and so depart in peace . Be thou as lightning 9 in the eyes of France ; For ere thou canst report I ...
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... answer like an absey - book : 45 „ O Sir , " says answer , at your best command ; " At your employment ; at your service , Sir : " No , Sir , " says question , I , sweet Sir , at yours : " And so , ere answer knows what question would ...
... answer like an absey - book : 45 „ O Sir , " says answer , at your best command ; " At your employment ; at your service , Sir : " No , Sir , " says question , I , sweet Sir , at yours : " And so , ere answer knows what question would ...
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... answer to your embassy , Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood . My lord Chatillon may from England 11 bring That right in peace , which here we urge in war ; And then we shall repent each drop of blood , That hot rash haste ...
... answer to your embassy , Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood . My lord Chatillon may from England 11 bring That right in peace , which here we urge in war ; And then we shall repent each drop of blood , That hot rash haste ...
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... answer from thy articles ? 26 • K. Phi . From that supernal judge , that stirs good thoughts In any breast of strong authority , To look into the blots and stains of right . 27 That judge hath made me guardian to this boy : Under whose ...
... answer from thy articles ? 26 • K. Phi . From that supernal judge , that stirs good thoughts In any breast of strong authority , To look into the blots and stains of right . 27 That judge hath made me guardian to this boy : Under whose ...
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Page 59 - 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...
Page 59 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Page 23 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness ; Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.
Page 32 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Page 56 - 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...
Page 104 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 58 - 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...
Page 30 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor...
Page 57 - 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.
Page 24 - So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am By so much shall I falsify men's hopes; And like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off. I'll so offend to make offence a skill, Redeeming time when men think least I will.