HistoriesR. L. Friderichs, 1864 |
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... English is the most excellent in both kinds for the stage ; for comedy witnes his Gentlemen of Verona , his Errors , his Love Labors Lost , his Love Labours Wonne , his Midsummers Night Dreame , and his Merchant of Venice : for tragedy ...
... English is the most excellent in both kinds for the stage ; for comedy witnes his Gentlemen of Verona , his Errors , his Love Labors Lost , his Love Labours Wonne , his Midsummers Night Dreame , and his Merchant of Venice : for tragedy ...
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... English John . Embrace him , love him , give him welcome , hither . Arth . God shall forgive you Cordelion's death , The rather , that you give his offspring 5 life , Shadowing their right under your wings of war . I give you welcome ...
... English John . Embrace him , love him , give him welcome , hither . Arth . God shall forgive you Cordelion's death , The rather , that you give his offspring 5 life , Shadowing their right under your wings of war . I give you welcome ...
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... English bottoms have waft o'er , Did never float upon the swelling tide , To do offence and scath 19 in Christendom . The interruption of their churlish drums . [ Drums heard within . 13 ) Chatillon hat in England so lange warten müssen ...
... English bottoms have waft o'er , Did never float upon the swelling tide , To do offence and scath 19 in Christendom . The interruption of their churlish drums . [ Drums heard within . 13 ) Chatillon hat in England so lange warten müssen ...
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... English , and their discipline , Were harbour'd in their rude circumference . Then , tell us , shall your city call us lord , In that behalf which we have challeng'd it , 56 Or shall we give the signal to our rage , And stalk in blood ...
... English , and their discipline , Were harbour'd in their rude circumference . Then , tell us , shall your city call us lord , In that behalf which we have challeng'd it , 56 Or shall we give the signal to our rage , And stalk in blood ...
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... English mother , Whose sons lie scatter'd on the bleeding ground ; Many a widow's husband grovelling lies , Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth , 1 And victory , with little loss , doth play Upon the dancing banners of the French ...
... English mother , Whose sons lie scatter'd on the bleeding ground ; Many a widow's husband grovelling lies , Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth , 1 And victory , with little loss , doth play Upon the dancing banners of the French ...
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Page 63 - 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.
Page 100 - Tis not due yet: I would be loath 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 68 - Have you the heart ? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had, a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again : And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you? and, Where lies your grief...
Page 94 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here ; And hold their manhoods cheap, whiles any speaks That fought with us upon saint...
Page 30 - 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 23 - 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.
Page 24 - 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. I'll so offend to make offence a skill, Redeeming time when men think least I will.
Page 72 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.