The Complete Works of William Shakespeare ...H. Frowde, 1911 |
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Page 47
... Cousin , go draw our puissance together . [ Exit the Bastard . France , I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath ; A rage whose heat hath this condition , That nothing can allay , nothing but blood , The blood , and dearest - valu'd blood of ...
... Cousin , go draw our puissance together . [ Exit the Bastard . France , I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath ; A rage whose heat hath this condition , That nothing can allay , nothing but blood , The blood , and dearest - valu'd blood of ...
Page 48
... Cousin , look not sad : Thy grandam loves thee ; and thy uncle will As dear be to thee as thy father was . ARTHUR . O ! this will make my mother die with grief . KING JOHN . [ To the BASTARD . ] Cousin , away for Eng- land ! haste ...
... Cousin , look not sad : Thy grandam loves thee ; and thy uncle will As dear be to thee as thy father was . ARTHUR . O ! this will make my mother die with grief . KING JOHN . [ To the BASTARD . ] Cousin , away for Eng- land ! haste ...
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... cousin ; go : Hubert shall be your man , attend on you With all true duty . On toward Calais , ho ! [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . The Same . The French King's Tent . Enter KING PHILIP , LEWIS , PANDULPH , and Attendants . PHILIP . So , by a ...
... cousin ; go : Hubert shall be your man , attend on you With all true duty . On toward Calais , ho ! [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . The Same . The French King's Tent . Enter KING PHILIP , LEWIS , PANDULPH , and Attendants . PHILIP . So , by a ...
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... cousin , for I was amaz'd Under the tide ; but now I breathe again Aloft the flood , and can give audience To any tongue , speak it of what it will . 140 THE BASTARD . How I have sped among the clergy- men , 144 The sums I have ...
... cousin , for I was amaz'd Under the tide ; but now I breathe again Aloft the flood , and can give audience To any tongue , speak it of what it will . 140 THE BASTARD . How I have sped among the clergy- men , 144 The sums I have ...
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... cousin's death . HUBERT . Arm you against your other enemies , I'll make a peace between your soul and you . Young Arthur is alive : this hand of mine Is yet a maiden and an innocent hand , 240 244 248 252 Not painted with the crimson ...
... cousin's death . HUBERT . Arm you against your other enemies , I'll make a peace between your soul and you . Young Arthur is alive : this hand of mine Is yet a maiden and an innocent hand , 240 244 248 252 Not painted with the crimson ...
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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