The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 4Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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... Citizens of Angiers , Sheriff , Heralds , Officers , Soldiers , Messengers , and other Attendants . SCENE - sometimes in England , and sometimes in France . KING JOHN . KING JOHN . ACT I. SCENE I PERSONS REPRESENTED. ...
... Citizens of Angiers , Sheriff , Heralds , Officers , Soldiers , Messengers , and other Attendants . SCENE - sometimes in England , and sometimes in France . KING JOHN . KING JOHN . ACT I. SCENE I PERSONS REPRESENTED. ...
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... soldier , by the honour - giving hand Of Coeur - de - lion knighted in the field . [ 3 ] This simile does not suit well : the lightning indeed appears before the thunder is heard , but the lightning is destructive , and the thunder ...
... soldier , by the honour - giving hand Of Coeur - de - lion knighted in the field . [ 3 ] This simile does not suit well : the lightning indeed appears before the thunder is heard , but the lightning is destructive , and the thunder ...
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... soldier , and now bound to France . Bast . Brother , take you my land , I'll take my chance : Your face hath got five hundred pounds a year ; Yet sell your face for five - pence , and ' tis dear.— Madam , I'll follow you unto the death ...
... soldier , and now bound to France . Bast . Brother , take you my land , I'll take my chance : Your face hath got five hundred pounds a year ; Yet sell your face for five - pence , and ' tis dear.— Madam , I'll follow you unto the death ...
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... soldiers confident . With him along is come the mother - queen , An Atè , stirring him to blood and strife ; With her her niece , the lady Blanch of Spain ; With them a bastard of the king deceas'd : And all the unsettled humours of the ...
... soldiers confident . With him along is come the mother - queen , An Atè , stirring him to blood and strife ; With her her niece , the lady Blanch of Spain ; With them a bastard of the king deceas'd : And all the unsettled humours of the ...
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... soldiers are his teeth , his fangs ; And now he feasts , mouthing the flesh of men , In undetermin'd differences of kings.- Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus ? Cry , havock , kings 5 back to the stained field , You equal potents ...
... soldiers are his teeth , his fangs ; And now he feasts , mouthing the flesh of men , In undetermin'd differences of kings.- Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus ? Cry , havock , kings 5 back to the stained field , You equal potents ...
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Page 46 - And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings : — How some have been depos'd, some slain in war...
Page 39 - 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 deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes...
Page 13 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. {Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while 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 39 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Page 2 - Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance ; Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...
Page 45 - Grief fills the room up of .my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
Page 2 - O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and, at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, Crouch for employment.
Page 51 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Page 60 - God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour As one man more, methinks, would share from me For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
Page 24 - This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.