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... horse , to horse ! urge doubts to them that fear . Willo . Hold out my horse , and I will first be [ Exeunt . there . SCENE II . The same . A room in the palace . Enter Queen , Bushy , and Bagot . Bushy . Madam , your majesty is too ...
... horse , to horse ! urge doubts to them that fear . Willo . Hold out my horse , and I will first be [ Exeunt . there . SCENE II . The same . A room in the palace . Enter Queen , Bushy , and Bagot . Bushy . Madam , your majesty is too ...
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... horses ' hoofs : As a long parted mother with her child Plays fondly with her tears , and smiles in meeting ; So , weeping , smiling , greet I thee , my earth , And do thee favour with my royal hands . Feed not thy sovereign's foe , my ...
... horses ' hoofs : As a long parted mother with her child Plays fondly with her tears , and smiles in meeting ; So , weeping , smiling , greet I thee , my earth , And do thee favour with my royal hands . Feed not thy sovereign's foe , my ...
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... horse ! If I dare eat , or drink , or breathe , or live , I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness , And spit upon him , whilst I say , he lies , And lies , and lies : there is my bond of faith , To tie thee to my strong correction.— As I ...
... horse ! If I dare eat , or drink , or breathe , or live , I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness , And spit upon him , whilst I say , he lies , And lies , and lies : there is my bond of faith , To tie thee to my strong correction.— As I ...
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... ! slave ! Duch . What is the matter , my lord ? York . Ho ! who is within there ? [ Enter a servant . ] Saddle my horse . Tilts and tournaments . God for his mercy ! what treachery is here ! 78 [ ACT V. KING RICHARD II .
... ! slave ! Duch . What is the matter , my lord ? York . Ho ! who is within there ? [ Enter a servant . ] Saddle my horse . Tilts and tournaments . God for his mercy ! what treachery is here ! 78 [ ACT V. KING RICHARD II .
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... horse : - Now by mine honour , by my life , my troth , I will appeach the villain . Duch . York . Peace , foolish woman . [ Exit servant . What's the matter ? Duch . I will not peace : -What is the matter , son ? Aum . Good mother , be ...
... horse : - Now by mine honour , by my life , my troth , I will appeach the villain . Duch . York . Peace , foolish woman . [ Exit servant . What's the matter ? Duch . I will not peace : -What is the matter , son ? Aum . Good mother , be ...
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Page 297 - 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 330 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
Page 21 - 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 213 - Windsor, — thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then, and call me gossip Quickly...
Page 131 - Should I turn upon the true prince? Why, thou knowest, I am as valiant as Hercules : but beware instinct ; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of myself and thee, during my life I, for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince.
Page 50 - 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; Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd ; Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd ; 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...
Page 322 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom* child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Page 307 - 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...
Page 366 - To-morrow is Saint Crispian ; " Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say, " These wounds I had on Crispin's day." Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day : then shall our names, Familiar in...
Page 235 - 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.