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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... once he slandered me with bastardy . But whe'r I be as true begot or no , That still I lay upon my mother's 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 ...
... once he slandered me with bastardy . But whe'r I be as true begot or no , That still I lay upon my mother's 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 ...
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... once again ; Turn face to face , and bloody point to point : Then in a moment fortune shall cull forth Out of one side her happy minion ; To whom in favour she shall give the day , And kiss him with a glorious victory . How like you ...
... once again ; Turn face to face , and bloody point to point : Then in a moment fortune shall cull forth Out of one side her happy minion ; To whom in favour she shall give the day , And kiss him with a glorious victory . How like you ...
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... once again we sit , once again crowned ; And looked upon , I 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 ...
... once again we sit , once again crowned ; And looked upon , I 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 ...
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... once again ; put spirit in the French : If they miscarry , we miscarry too . Sal . That misbegotten devil , Falconbridge , In spite of spite , alone upholds the day . Pem . They say King John , sore sick , hath left the field . Enter ...
... once again ; put spirit in the French : If they miscarry , we miscarry too . Sal . That misbegotten devil , Falconbridge , In spite of spite , alone upholds the day . Pem . They say King John , sore sick , hath left the field . Enter ...
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... age , To crop at once a too - long - withered flower . Live in thy shame , but die not shame with thee ! These words hereafter thy tormentors be.— Convey me to my bed , then to my grave 56 ACT II . SCENE I. KING RICHARD THE SECOND .
... age , To crop at once a too - long - withered flower . Live in thy shame , but die not shame with thee ! These words hereafter thy tormentors be.— Convey me to my bed , then to my grave 56 ACT II . SCENE I. KING RICHARD THE SECOND .
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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,...