The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 6Macmillan, 1899 |
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... art thou ? Rob . The son and heir to that same Faulcon- bridge . K. John . Is that the elder , and art thou the heir ? 37. manage , procedure , ad- ministration . 54. Cordelion . The Ff have , 40 50 50 here and throughout , this , the ...
... art thou ? Rob . The son and heir to that same Faulcon- bridge . K. John . Is that the elder , and art thou the heir ? 37. manage , procedure , ad- ministration . 54. Cordelion . The Ff have , 40 50 50 here and throughout , this , the ...
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... thou at sir Robert ? He is sir Robert's son , and so art thou . Bast . James Gurney , wilt thou give us leave awhile ? Gur . Good leave , good Philip . Bast . Philip ! sparrow : James , There's toys abroad : anon , I'll tell thee more ...
... thou at sir Robert ? He is sir Robert's son , and so art thou . Bast . James Gurney , wilt thou give us leave awhile ? Gur . Good leave , good Philip . Bast . Philip ! sparrow : James , There's toys abroad : anon , I'll tell thee more ...
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... Hast thou conspired with thy brother too , That for thine own gain shouldst defend mine honour ? What means this scorn , thou most untoward knave ? Bast . Knight , knight , good mother , Basilisco- like . What ! I am dubb'd ! I have it ...
... Hast thou conspired with thy brother too , That for thine own gain shouldst defend mine honour ? What means this scorn , thou most untoward knave ? Bast . Knight , knight , good mother , Basilisco- like . What ! I am dubb'd ! I have it ...
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... thou from loving England art so far , That thou hast under - wrought his lawful king , Cut off the sequence of posterity , Out - faced infant state and done a rape Upon the maiden virtue of the crown . Look here upon thy brother ...
... thou from loving England art so far , That thou hast under - wrought his lawful king , Cut off the sequence of posterity , Out - faced infant state and done a rape Upon the maiden virtue of the crown . Look here upon thy brother ...
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... art thou ? Bast . One that will play the devil , sir , with you , An a ' may catch your hide and you alone : You are the hare of whom the proverb goes , Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard : I'll smoke your skin - coat , an I ...
... art thou ? Bast . One that will play the devil , sir , with you , An a ' may catch your hide and you alone : You are the hare of whom the proverb goes , Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard : I'll smoke your skin - coat , an I ...
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Page 116 - Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. — This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 444 - Too wide for Neptune's hips ; how chances mock, And changes fill the cup of alteration With divers liquors ! O, if this were seen, The happiest youth, viewing his progress through, What perils past, what crosses to ensue, Would shut the book, and sit him down and die.
Page 70 - 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 195 - 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, 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 163 - 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.