The comedies, histories, tragedies and poems of William Shakspere, ed. by C. Knight. National ed. [6], Volume 1 |
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... leave a while ? GUR . Good leave , good Philip . BAST . Philip ? -sparrow a ! —James , There's toys abroad ; anon I'll tell thee more . Madam , I was not old sir Robert's son ; Sir Robert might have eat his part in me Upon Good - Friday ...
... leave a while ? GUR . Good leave , good Philip . BAST . Philip ? -sparrow a ! —James , There's toys abroad ; anon I'll tell thee more . Madam , I was not old sir Robert's son ; Sir Robert might have eat his part in me Upon Good - Friday ...
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... leave your children , wives , and you , in peace . But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer , " T is not the rounder a of your old - fac'd walls Can hide you from our messengers of war , Though all these English , and their discipline ...
... leave your children , wives , and you , in peace . But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer , " T is not the rounder a of your old - fac'd walls Can hide you from our messengers of war , Though all these English , and their discipline ...
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... leave his native channel , and o'erswell With course disturb'd even thy confining shores , Unless thou let his silver water keep A peaceful progress to the ocean ? K. PHI . England , thou hast not sav'd one drop of blood , In this hot ...
... leave his native channel , and o'erswell With course disturb'd even thy confining shores , Unless thou let his silver water keep A peaceful progress to the ocean ? K. PHI . England , thou hast not sav'd one drop of blood , In this hot ...
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... Leave them as naked as the vulgar air . That done , dissever your united strengths , And part your mingled colours once again ; Turn face to face , and bloody point to point : Then , in a moment , fortune shall cull forth Out of one ...
... Leave them as naked as the vulgar air . That done , dissever your united strengths , And part your mingled colours once again ; Turn face to face , and bloody point to point : Then , in a moment , fortune shall cull forth Out of one ...
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... leave those woes alone , which I alone Am bound to under - bear . Pardon me , madam , I may not go without you to the kings . CONST . Thou mayst , thou shalt , I will not go with thee : I will instruct my sorrows to be proud : For grief ...
... leave those woes alone , which I alone Am bound to under - bear . Pardon me , madam , I may not go without you to the kings . CONST . Thou mayst , thou shalt , I will not go with thee : I will instruct my sorrows to be proud : For grief ...
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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.