The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a memoir and essay on his genius by Barry Cornwall: also annotations and remarks by many writers, illustr. with engr. from designs by K. Meadows, Volume 3 |
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... hope : who was it , mother ? Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a Falcon- bridge ? Bast . As faithfully as I deny the devil . Lady F. King Richard Coeur - de - lion was thy father : By long and vehement suit I was seduced To make room for ...
... hope : who was it , mother ? Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a Falcon- bridge ? Bast . As faithfully as I deny the devil . Lady F. King Richard Coeur - de - lion was thy father : By long and vehement suit I was seduced To make room for ...
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... hope , with cheerful eyes . Pem . This once again , but that your highness pleased , Was once superfluous : you were crowned before , And that high royalty was ne'er plucked off ; The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt ; Fresh ...
... hope , with cheerful eyes . Pem . This once again , but that your highness pleased , Was once superfluous : you were crowned before , And that high royalty was ne'er plucked off ; The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt ; Fresh ...
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... hope was promiséd Before I drew this gallant head of war , And culled these fiery spirits from the world , To outlook conquest , and to win renown Even in the jaws of danger and of death . [ Trumpet sounds . What lusty trumpet thus doth ...
... hope was promiséd Before I drew this gallant head of war , And culled these fiery spirits from the world , To outlook conquest , and to win renown Even in the jaws of danger and of death . [ Trumpet sounds . What lusty trumpet thus doth ...
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... hope , what stay , When this was now a king , and now is clay ! Bast . Art thou gone so ? I do but stay behind To do the office for thee of revenge ; And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven , As it on earth hath been thy servant ...
... hope , what stay , When this was now a king , and now is clay ! Bast . Art thou gone so ? I do but stay behind To do the office for thee of revenge ; And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven , As it on earth hath been thy servant ...
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... hope , I cry " Amen . " Mar. Go bear this lance [ To an Officer ] to Thomas , Duke of Norfolk . 1st Her . Harry of Hereford , Lancaster , and Derby , Stands here for God , his sovereign , and himself , On pain to be found false and ...
... hope , I cry " Amen . " Mar. Go bear this lance [ To an Officer ] to Thomas , Duke of Norfolk . 1st Her . Harry of Hereford , Lancaster , and Derby , Stands here for God , his sovereign , and himself , On pain to be found false and ...
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Page 223 - 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 471 - I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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 Of a rude stre-am, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ! I feel my heart new opened. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Page 40 - 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 128 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it : Honour is a mere scutcheon/ and so ends my catechism.
Page 5 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven,...
Page 197 - The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts : 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...
Page 197 - 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; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,...