The Complete Works of William Shakespeare ...H. Frowde, 1911 |
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... am a soldier and now bound to France . 148 THE BASTARD . Brother , take you my land , I'll take my chance . Your face hath got five hundred pounds a year , 152 Yet sell your face for five pence and ' tis SCENE I ] 15 KING JOHN.
... am a soldier and now bound to France . 148 THE BASTARD . Brother , take you my land , I'll take my chance . Your face hath got five hundred pounds a year , 152 Yet sell your face for five pence and ' tis SCENE I ] 15 KING JOHN.
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... I'll follow you unto the death . ELINOR . Nay , I would have you go before me thither . THE BASTARD . betters way . KING JOHN . Our country manners give our What is thy name ? 156 THE BASTARD . Philip , my liege , so is my name begun ...
... I'll follow you unto the death . ELINOR . Nay , I would have you go before me thither . THE BASTARD . betters way . KING JOHN . Our country manners give our What is thy name ? 156 THE BASTARD . Philip , my liege , so is my name begun ...
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... I'll call him Peter ; For new - made honour doth forget men's names : ' Tis too respective and too sociable For your conversion . Now your traveller , He and his toothpick at my worship's mess , And when my knightly stomach is suffic'd ...
... I'll call him Peter ; For new - made honour doth forget men's names : ' Tis too respective and too sociable For your conversion . Now your traveller , He and his toothpick at my worship's mess , And when my knightly stomach is suffic'd ...
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... I'll tell thee more . [ Exit GURNEY . Madam , I was not old Sir Robert's son : Sir Robert might have eat his part in me Upon Good - Friday and ne'er broke his fast . Sir Robert could do well : marry , to confess , Could he get me ? Sir ...
... I'll tell thee more . [ Exit GURNEY . Madam , I was not old Sir Robert's son : Sir Robert might have eat his part in me Upon Good - Friday and ne'er broke his fast . Sir Robert could do well : marry , to confess , Could he get me ? Sir ...
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... I'll send his soul to hell . Come , lady , I will show thee to my kin ; And they shall say , when Richard me begot , If thou hadst said him nay , it had been sin : Who says it was , he lies : I say , ' twas not . ACT II . 260 264 268 ...
... I'll send his soul to hell . Come , lady , I will show thee to my kin ; And they shall say , when Richard me begot , If thou hadst said him nay , it had been sin : Who says it was , he lies : I say , ' twas not . ACT II . 260 264 268 ...
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ARCHBISHOP Archbishop of York arms art thou Arthur AUMERLE BASTARD blood BOLINGBROKE breath brother CHIEF JUSTICE Colevile CONSTANCE cousin crown dead death DOLL doth Douglas DUCHESS Duke Duke of Hereford Earl ELINOR England Enter KING Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith FALSTAFF farewell father Faulconbridge fear France friends GADSHILL GAUNT give GLENDOWER grace grief hand Harry hath head hear heart heaven HENRY PERCY hither honour horse HOTSPUR HUBERT James Gurney John of Lancaster KING HENRY KING JOHN KING RICHARD land liege live look LORD BARDOLPH majesty Mortimer MOWBRAY never night noble NORTHUMBERLAND PANDULPH peace PHILIP PISTOL play POINS PRINCE Prince of Wales QUEEN QUICKLY Re-enter SALISBURY SCENE Shakespeare shame Sir John Sir John Falstaff sorrow soul speak sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue true uncle unto WARWICK WESTMORELAND wilt WORCESTER word YORK Zounds
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Page 333 - O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
Page 333 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Page 89 - 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 270 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon: and so ends my catechism.
Page 179 - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world: And for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out.
Page 335 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd ; The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Page 270 - 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 in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o