The comedies, histories, tragedies and poems of William Shakspere, ed. by C. Knight. National ed. [6], Volume 1 |
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... arms such eel - skins stuff'd ; my face so thin , That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose , Lest men should say , Look , where three - farthings goes1 ; And , to his shape , were heir to all this land , ' Would I might never stir from ...
... arms such eel - skins stuff'd ; my face so thin , That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose , Lest men should say , Look , where three - farthings goes1 ; And , to his shape , were heir to all this land , ' Would I might never stir from ...
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... arms . CONST . O , take his mother's thanks , a widow's thanks , Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength To make a more requital to your love . AUST . The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords In such a just and ...
... arms . CONST . O , take his mother's thanks , a widow's thanks , Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength To make a more requital to your love . AUST . The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords In such a just and ...
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William Shakespeare Charles Knight. Hath put himself in arms ; the adverse winds , Whose leisure I have stay'd , have given him time To land his legions all as soon as I : His marches are expedient a to this town , His forces strong ...
William Shakespeare Charles Knight. Hath put himself in arms ; the adverse winds , Whose leisure I have stay'd , have given him time To land his legions all as soon as I : His marches are expedient a to this town , His forces strong ...
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... arms ? K. JOHN . My life as soon : - -I do defy thee , France . Arthur of Bretagne , yield thee to my hand ; And , out of my dear love , I'll give thee more Than e'er the coward hand of France can win : Submit thee , boy . ELI . Come to ...
... arms ? K. JOHN . My life as soon : - -I do defy thee , France . Arthur of Bretagne , yield thee to my hand ; And , out of my dear love , I'll give thee more Than e'er the coward hand of France can win : Submit thee , boy . ELI . Come to ...
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... arms , like to a muzzled bear , Save in aspect , have all offence seal'd up ; Our cannons ' malice vainly shall be spent Against th ' invulnerable clouds of heaven ; And , with a blessed and unvex'd retire , • Confronts your city's eyes ...
... arms , like to a muzzled bear , Save in aspect , have all offence seal'd up ; Our cannons ' malice vainly shall be spent Against th ' invulnerable clouds of heaven ; And , with a blessed and unvex'd retire , • Confronts your city's eyes ...
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Page 428 - Creatures that by a rule in nature teach 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, 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...
Page 352 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st 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 225 - 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.
Page 286 - Tis not due yet; I would be loth to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, '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 that word, honour? air. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? he that died o
Page 275 - I saw young Harry, — with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, — Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Page 335 - Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly ? coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar ; telling us she had a good dish of prawns ; whereby thou didst desire to eat some, whereby I told thee they were ill for a green wound...
Page 152 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Page 452 - That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. 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. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot! Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry, "God...
Page 152 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Page 225 - I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyoked 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 wondered at By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.