The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, Volume 4C & C Whittingham, 1828 |
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... hour by night or day , When I was got , Sir Robert was away . Eli . The very spirit of Plantagenet ! — I am thy grandame , Richard ; call me so . Bast . Madam , by chance , but not by truth : What though ? Something about , a little ...
... hour by night or day , When I was got , Sir Robert was away . Eli . The very spirit of Plantagenet ! — I am thy grandame , Richard ; call me so . Bast . Madam , by chance , but not by truth : What though ? Something about , a little ...
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... hath made up this league : - Arm , arm , you heavens , against these perjur'd kings ! A widow cries ; be husband to me , heavens ! Let not the hours of this ungodly day Wear out the day in peace ; but , ere SC . I. 29 KING JOHN .
... hath made up this league : - Arm , arm , you heavens , against these perjur'd kings ! A widow cries ; be husband to me , heavens ! Let not the hours of this ungodly day Wear out the day in peace ; but , ere SC . I. 29 KING JOHN .
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... hour within this hour . Bast . Old time the clock - setter , that bald sex- ton , time , Is it as he will ? well then , France shall rue . Blanch . The sun's o'ercast with blood : Fair day , adieu ! Which is the side that I must go ...
... hour within this hour . Bast . Old time the clock - setter , that bald sex- ton , time , Is it as he will ? well then , France shall rue . Blanch . The sun's o'ercast with blood : Fair day , adieu ! Which is the side that I must go ...
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... hour One minute , nay , one quiet breath of rest : A sceptre , snatch'd with an unruly hand , Must be as boisterously maintain❜d as gai d : And he , that stands upon a slippery place , Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up : That ...
... hour One minute , nay , one quiet breath of rest : A sceptre , snatch'd with an unruly hand , Must be as boisterously maintain❜d as gai d : And he , that stands upon a slippery place , Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up : That ...
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... hour , Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time : Saying , What lack you ? and , Where lies your grief ? Or , What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still , And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you ...
... hour , Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time : Saying , What lack you ? and , Where lies your grief ? Or , What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still , And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you ...
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arms art thou Aumerle Bard Bardolph Bast Bishop of Carlisle blood Boling Bolingbroke breath brother Const cousin crown dead death dost thou doth Duch duke earl Eastcheap England Enter KING Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff Farewell father FAULCONBRIDGE fear France friends Gaunt give Glend grace grief hand Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven HENRY hither honour horse Host Hubert JAMES GURNEY John of Gaunt KING JOHN King Richard Lady Lancaster land liege live look lord majesty master never night noble North Northumberland peace Percy Pist Poins pr'ythee pray prince PRINCE JOHN prince of Wales Queen Re-enter Rich SCENE Shal Shallow shame Sir John Sir John Falstaff soul speak sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue true uncle Westmoreland wilt word York
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Page 90 - 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 117 - Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and, humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king...
Page 224 - tis no matter; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o
Page 116 - Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills: And yet not so, — for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground ? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own, but death ; And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Page 190 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
Page 41 - 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 ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.