The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 6Macmillan, 1899 |
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... . dishabited , displaced . 230. To make a faithless error in your ears , to seduce you to a breach of faith . 220 230 240 233. Forwearied , wearied out . 242. greens , meads . And then our arms , like to a muzzled bear 36 King John ACT II.
... . dishabited , displaced . 230. To make a faithless error in your ears , to seduce you to a breach of faith . 220 230 240 233. Forwearied , wearied out . 242. greens , meads . And then our arms , like to a muzzled bear 36 King John ACT II.
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William Shakespeare Charles Harold Herford. And then our arms , like to a muzzled bear , Save in aspéct , hath all offence seal'd up ; Our cannons ' malice vainly shall be spent Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven ; And with a ...
William Shakespeare Charles Harold Herford. And then our arms , like to a muzzled bear , Save in aspéct , hath all offence seal'd up ; Our cannons ' malice vainly shall be spent Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven ; And with a ...
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... arms ! Bast . Saint George , that swinged the dragon , and e'er since Sits on his horse ' back at mine hostess ' door , Teach us some fence ! [ To Aust . ] Sirrah , were I at home , At your den , sirrah , with your lioness , I would set ...
... arms ! Bast . Saint George , that swinged the dragon , and e'er since Sits on his horse ' back at mine hostess ' door , Teach us some fence ! [ To Aust . ] Sirrah , were I at home , At your den , sirrah , with your lioness , I would set ...
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... arms , In Ff 325. First Cit . the speaker is called ' Hub . , ' doubtless because the same actor took the part of Hubert de Burgh . 328. censured , judged . 330 340 335. run ; so Ff24 for ' rome , ' F ; this would be an easy misprint ...
... arms , In Ff 325. First Cit . the speaker is called ' Hub . , ' doubtless because the same actor took the part of Hubert de Burgh . 328. censured , judged . 330 340 335. run ; so Ff24 for ' rome , ' F ; this would be an easy misprint ...
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... arms we bear , Or add a royal number to the dead , Gracing the scroll that tells of this war's loss With slaughter coupled to the name of kings . Bast . Ha , majesty ! how high thy glory towers , 350 When the rich blood of kings is set ...
... arms we bear , Or add a royal number to the dead , Gracing the scroll that tells of this war's loss With slaughter coupled to the name of kings . Bast . Ha , majesty ! how high thy glory towers , 350 When the rich blood of kings is set ...
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Page 116 - Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. — 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 444 - Too wide for Neptune's hips ; how chances mock, And changes fill the cup of alteration With divers liquors ! O, if this were seen, The happiest youth, viewing his progress through, What perils past, what crosses to ensue, Would shut the book, and sit him down and die.
Page 70 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Page 195 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and humour'd thus Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell king!
Page 163 - England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.