The Plays of Shakespeare, Volume 2G. Routledge & Company, 1860 - 815 pages |
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... honour . So like a courtier : contempt nor bitterness Were in his pride , or sharpness ; if they were , His equal had awak'd them ; and his honour , Clock to itself , knew the true minute when Exception bid him speak , and , at this ...
... honour . So like a courtier : contempt nor bitterness Were in his pride , or sharpness ; if they were , His equal had awak'd them ; and his honour , Clock to itself , knew the true minute when Exception bid him speak , and , at this ...
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... honour be bought up , and no sword worn , But one to dance with ( 2 ) By heaven , I'll steal away . 1 LORD . There's honour in the theft . PAR . Commit it , count . 2 LORD . I am your accessary ; and so farewell . BER . I grow to you ...
... honour be bought up , and no sword worn , But one to dance with ( 2 ) By heaven , I'll steal away . 1 LORD . There's honour in the theft . PAR . Commit it , count . 2 LORD . I am your accessary ; and so farewell . BER . I grow to you ...
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... honour , If seriously I may convey my thoughts In this my light deliverance , I have spoke With one , that , in her sex , her years , profession , Wisdom , and constancy , hath amaz'd me more Than I dare blame my weakness . Will you see ...
... honour , If seriously I may convey my thoughts In this my light deliverance , I have spoke With one , that , in her sex , her years , profession , Wisdom , and constancy , hath amaz'd me more Than I dare blame my weakness . Will you see ...
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... honour : good alone Is good , without a name ; vileness is so : The property by what it is should go , Not by the title . She is young , wise , fair ; In these to nature she's immediate heir ; And these breed honour : that is honour's ...
... honour : good alone Is good , without a name ; vileness is so : The property by what it is should go , Not by the title . She is young , wise , fair ; In these to nature she's immediate heir ; And these breed honour : that is honour's ...
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... honour , if I were but two hours younger , I'd beat thee : methinks , thou art a general offence , and every man should beat thee . I think , thou wast created for men to breathe themselves upon thee . PAR . This is hard and undeserved ...
... honour , if I were but two hours younger , I'd beat thee : methinks , thou art a general offence , and every man should beat thee . I think , thou wast created for men to breathe themselves upon thee . PAR . This is hard and undeserved ...
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Alcibiades APEM Apemantus bear blood brother BUCK Buckingham CADE cardinal Clarence Collier's annotator crown Cymbeline daughter dead death dost doth duke duke of York Edward ELIZ Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio fool fortune France French friends GENT gentle gentleman give Gloster grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven Holinshed honour house of Lancaster ISAB Jack Cade KING HENRY lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain LUCIO madam majesty Malvolio marry master means mistress ne'er never night noble NORF old copies Old text peace Pericles Pompey poor pray prince quartos queen RICH Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET SCENE soldiers Somerset soul speak Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thank thee there's thine thou art thou hast Timon unto Warwick word York
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Page 679 - His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Page 680 - Love thyself last. Cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not; Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Page 679 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Page 769 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Page 145 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lin'd, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well...
Page 69 - 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; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,...
Page 63 - 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 494 - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun: The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement: each thing's a thief; The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft.
Page 749 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke: Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 82 - 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...