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... thou hast to say ? Robert . I have no more , nor neede I greater proofe . K. John . First , where thou saidst in ab- sence of thy Sire That see the teares distilling from mine eies , And scalding sighes blowne from a rented heart : For ...
... thou hast to say ? Robert . I have no more , nor neede I greater proofe . K. John . First , where thou saidst in ab- sence of thy Sire That see the teares distilling from mine eies , And scalding sighes blowne from a rented heart : For ...
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... thou carried ? How are thy thoughts ywrapt in Honors heauen ? Forgetfull what thou art , and whence thou camst . Mother . Please it your Maiesty , Sir Ro- Thy Fathers land cannot maintain these thoughts , These thoughts are farre ...
... thou carried ? How are thy thoughts ywrapt in Honors heauen ? Forgetfull what thou art , and whence thou camst . Mother . Please it your Maiesty , Sir Ro- Thy Fathers land cannot maintain these thoughts , These thoughts are farre ...
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... thou shalt be Ruler of my Realme , And toward the maine charges of my warres , Ile ceaze the lasie Abbey lubbers lands Into my hands to pay my men of warre . The Pope and Popelings shall not grease themselues With gold and groates ...
... thou shalt be Ruler of my Realme , And toward the maine charges of my warres , Ile ceaze the lasie Abbey lubbers lands Into my hands to pay my men of warre . The Pope and Popelings shall not grease themselues With gold and groates ...
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... thou know'st from whence thou art extraught , Or if thou knew'st what suites , what threats , what feares , To moue by loue , or massacre by death , To yeeld with loue , or end by loues contempt The mightinesse of him that courted me ...
... thou know'st from whence thou art extraught , Or if thou knew'st what suites , what threats , what feares , To moue by loue , or massacre by death , To yeeld with loue , or end by loues contempt The mightinesse of him that courted me ...
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... thou wrongst my youth with words of feare , Hub . My masters , I have shewed you what warrant I haue for this ... thou can , How long the King will haue me tarrie heere . Hub . I know not Prince , but as I gesse , not long . Reade ore my ...
... thou wrongst my youth with words of feare , Hub . My masters , I have shewed you what warrant I haue for this ... thou can , How long the King will haue me tarrie heere . Hub . I know not Prince , but as I gesse , not long . Reade ore my ...
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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.