The Complete Works of William Shakespeare ...H. Frowde, 1911 |
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... night or day , When I was got , Sir Robert was away ! ELINOR . The very spirit of Plantagenet ! I am thy grandam , Richard : call me so . 164 168 THE BASTARD . Madam , by chance but not by truth ; what though ? Something about , a ...
... night or day , When I was got , Sir Robert was away ! ELINOR . The very spirit of Plantagenet ! I am thy grandam , Richard : call me so . 164 168 THE BASTARD . Madam , by chance but not by truth ; what though ? Something about , a ...
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... night ; If this same were a churchyard where we stand , And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs ; Or if that surly spirit , melancholy , Had bak'd thy blood and made it heavy - thick , Which else runs tickling up and down the veins ...
... night ; If this same were a churchyard where we stand , And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs ; Or if that surly spirit , melancholy , Had bak'd thy blood and made it heavy - thick , Which else runs tickling up and down the veins ...
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... night , Thou hate and terror to prosperity , 24 28 And I will kiss thy detestable bones , And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty brows , And ring these fingers with thy household worms , And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust , And be ...
... night , Thou hate and terror to prosperity , 24 28 And I will kiss thy detestable bones , And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty brows , And ring these fingers with thy household worms , And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust , And be ...
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... night , Only for wantonness . By my christendom , So I were out of prison and kept sheep , I should be as merry as the day is long ; And so I would be here , but that I doubt My uncle practises more harm to me : He is afraid of me , and ...
... night , Only for wantonness . By my christendom , So I were out of prison and kept sheep , I should be as merry as the day is long ; And so I would be here , but that I doubt My uncle practises more harm to me : He is afraid of me , and ...
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... night . SALISBURY . cure . PEMBROKE . was 84 Indeed we fear'd his sickness was past Indeed we heard how near his death he Before the child himself felt he was sick : This must be answer'd , either here or hence . 88 KING JOHN . Why do ...
... night . SALISBURY . cure . PEMBROKE . was 84 Indeed we fear'd his sickness was past Indeed we heard how near his death he Before the child himself felt he was sick : This must be answer'd , either here or hence . 88 KING JOHN . Why do ...
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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