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Page 353
... Faulc . Hear the crier . Auft . What the devil art thou ? Faulc . 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 , Whofe valour plucks dead Lions by ...
... Faulc . Hear the crier . Auft . What the devil art thou ? Faulc . 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 , Whofe valour plucks dead Lions by ...
Page 357
... Faulc . ( Bastards , and else . ) K. John . To verify our title with their lives . K. Philip . As many , and as well - born bloods as those Faulc . ( Some bastards too . ) K. Philip . Stand in his face to contradict his claim . Cit ...
... Faulc . ( Bastards , and else . ) K. John . To verify our title with their lives . K. Philip . As many , and as well - born bloods as those Faulc . ( Some bastards too . ) K. Philip . Stand in his face to contradict his claim . Cit ...
Page 359
... Faulc . Ha ! Majefty , -how high thy glory towers , When the rich blood of Kings is fet on fire ! Oh , now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel ; The fwords of foldiers are his teeth , his phangs And now he feafts , mouthing the ...
... Faulc . Ha ! Majefty , -how high thy glory towers , When the rich blood of Kings is fet on fire ! Oh , now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel ; The fwords of foldiers are his teeth , his phangs And now he feafts , mouthing the ...
Page 360
... Faulc . By heav'n , the Scroyles of Angiers flout you , Kings , And ftand fecurely on their battlements , As in a Theatre , whence they gape and point At your industrious Scenes and Acts of death . You royal prefences , be rul'd by me ...
... Faulc . By heav'n , the Scroyles of Angiers flout you , Kings , And ftand fecurely on their battlements , As in a Theatre , whence they gape and point At your industrious Scenes and Acts of death . You royal prefences , be rul'd by me ...
Page 361
... Faulc . O prudent difcipline ! from North to South ; Auftria and France shoot in each other's mouth . I'll stir them to it ; come , away , away ! Cit . Hear us , great Kings ; vouchfafe a while to stay , And I fhall fhew you peace , and ...
... Faulc . O prudent difcipline ! from North to South ; Auftria and France shoot in each other's mouth . I'll stir them to it ; come , away , away ! Cit . Hear us , great Kings ; vouchfafe a while to stay , And I fhall fhew you peace , and ...
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Page 246 - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
Page 376 - 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 133 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Page 407 - 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 97 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.