The Complete Works of William Shakespeare ...
Oxford University Press, 1911
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if you love shakespeare you must have thisUser Review - ogirl5050 - Overstock.com
I love a wellbound book and this is certainly a showpiece on my bookcase. people cant help but want to pick it up and thumb through it. It is a bit heavy to actually read but is a must have for any book lover Read full review
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What can I say? I loved Shakespeare even before I could read and what I love most about Shakespeare doesn't have to do with intellect. Those words enter even in sleep and percolate and brim then spill ... Read full review
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Alarum answer arms bear better blood body bring brother BUCKINGHAM BURGUNDY CADE Captain CARDINAL CHARLES CLARENCE CLIFFORD comes CONSTABLE crown Dauphin dead death doth Duke Earl enemy England English Enter EXETER Exeunt Exit eyes face fair father fear field fight FLUELLEN follow Forces France French friends give GLOUCESTER Grace hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hence highness hold honour hope I'll JOAN John keep KING EDWARD KING HENRY LADY leave live look lord majesty master means MESSENGER never night noble once ORLEANS peace PISTOL PLANTAGENET play poor prince QUEEN MARGARET reason rest Richard SALISBURY SCENE SECOND Shakespeare shame soldiers SOMERSET soul sovereign speak stand stay SUFFOLK sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine Third thou thought thousand true unto WARWICK York
Page 41 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon: let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Page 350 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain ; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point...
Page 11 - On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object : can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France ? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt...
Page 74 - 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...
Page 41 - 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 for Harry, England, and Saint George!
Page 73 - God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires: But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Page 41 - O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height. On, on, you noblest English, Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof ! Fathers that, like so many Alexanders, Have in these parts from morn till even fought, And sheathed their swords for lack of argument: Dishonour not your mothers; now attest That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Page 122 - Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
Page 34 - A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child ; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at turning o' the tide ; for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers...
Page 20 - 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...