The Complete Works of William Shakespeare ...H. Frowde, 1911 |
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... peace : Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France ; For ere thou canst report I will be there , The thunder of my cannon shall be heard . So , hence ! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath And sullen presage of your own decay . An ...
... peace : Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France ; For ere thou canst report I will be there , The thunder of my cannon shall be heard . So , hence ! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath And sullen presage of your own decay . An ...
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... peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords In such a just and charitable war . 36 PHILIP . Well then , to work : our cannon shall be bent Against the brows of this resisting town . Call for our chiefest men of discipline , To cull ...
... peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords In such a just and charitable war . 36 PHILIP . Well then , to work : our cannon shall be bent Against the brows of this resisting town . Call for our chiefest men of discipline , To cull ...
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... peace which here we urge in war ; And then we shall repent each drop of blood That hot rash haste so indirectly shed . PHILIP . Enter CHATILLON . A wonder , lady ! lo , upon thy wish , Our messenger , Chatillon , is arriv❜d ! What ...
... peace which here we urge in war ; And then we shall repent each drop of blood That hot rash haste so indirectly shed . PHILIP . Enter CHATILLON . A wonder , lady ! lo , upon thy wish , Our messenger , Chatillon , is arriv❜d ! What ...
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... Peace be to France , if France in peace permit Our just and lineal entrance to our own ; 84 If not , bleed France , and peace ascend to heaven , Whiles we , God's wrathful agent , do correct Their proud contempt that beats his peace to ...
... Peace be to France , if France in peace permit Our just and lineal entrance to our own ; 84 If not , bleed France , and peace ascend to heaven , Whiles we , God's wrathful agent , do correct Their proud contempt that beats his peace to ...
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... Peace ! THE BASTARD . AUSTRIA . THE BASTARD . with you , Hear the crier . What the devil art thou ? One that will play the devil , sir , An a ' may catch your hide and you alone . You are the hare of whom the proverb goes , Whose valour ...
... Peace ! THE BASTARD . AUSTRIA . THE BASTARD . with you , Hear the crier . What the devil art thou ? One that will play the devil , sir , An a ' may catch your hide and you alone . You are the hare of whom the proverb goes , Whose valour ...
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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