The Works of William Shakespeare: King Richard III ; King John ; Merchant of Venice ; King Henry IV, part 1 ; King Henry IV, part 2Blackie, 1888 |
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... murd'rous falchion smoking in his blood ; The which thou once didst bend against2 her breast , But that thy brothers beat aside the point . Glo . I was provoked by her slanderous tongue , That laid their guilt upon my guiltless ...
... murd'rous falchion smoking in his blood ; The which thou once didst bend against2 her breast , But that thy brothers beat aside the point . Glo . I was provoked by her slanderous tongue , That laid their guilt upon my guiltless ...
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... Murd . Tut , tut , my lord ,. Glo . How now , my hardy , stout , resolved mates ! Clar . In God's name , what art thou ? Riv . We wait upon your grace . 323 [ Exeunt all except Gloster . Glo . I do the wrong , and first begin to brawl ...
... Murd . Tut , tut , my lord ,. Glo . How now , my hardy , stout , resolved mates ! Clar . In God's name , what art thou ? Riv . We wait upon your grace . 323 [ Exeunt all except Gloster . Glo . I do the wrong , and first begin to brawl ...
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... Murd . SCENE IV . We will , my noble lord . [ Exeunt . The same . A room in the Tower . Enter CLARENCE and BRAKENBURY . Brak . Why looks your grace so heavily to- day ? Clar . O , I have pass'd a miserable night , So full of fearful ...
... Murd . SCENE IV . We will , my noble lord . [ Exeunt . The same . A room in the Tower . Enter CLARENCE and BRAKENBURY . Brak . Why looks your grace so heavily to- day ? Clar . O , I have pass'd a miserable night , So full of fearful ...
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... Murd . Ho ! who's here ! Brak . What wouldst thou , fellow ? and how cam'st thou hither ? First Mard . I would speak with Clarence , and I came hither on my legs . Brak . What , so brief ? Sec . Murd . ' Tis better , sir , than to be ...
... Murd . Ho ! who's here ! Brak . What wouldst thou , fellow ? and how cam'st thou hither ? First Mard . I would speak with Clarence , and I came hither on my legs . Brak . What , so brief ? Sec . Murd . ' Tis better , sir , than to be ...
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... Murd . Zounds , it is even now at my elbow , persuading me not to kill the duke . 150 Sec . Murd . Take the devil in thy mind , and believe him1 not : he1 would insinuate 2 with thee but to make thee sigh . First Murd . I am strong ...
... Murd . Zounds , it is even now at my elbow , persuading me not to kill the duke . 150 Sec . Murd . Take the devil in thy mind , and believe him1 not : he1 would insinuate 2 with thee but to make thee sigh . First Murd . I am strong ...
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Antonio Arthur Bass Bassanio Bast Bastard blood brother Buck Buckingham Catesby character Clarence Compare crown daughter death Dorset dost doth doubt ducats Duch Duke Dyce Earl Edward Eliz emendation England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear France friends give Gloster grace hand hath hear heart heaven Henry Henry IV Henry VI Holinshed honour Hubert Julius Cæsar King John King Richard lady Laun Launcelot Line Line 60 look lord Lord Hastings Love's Labour's Lost married means Merchant of Venice mother Murd never night noble old play omitted Pandulph passage peace Pope Portia Prince printed Quarto queen quotes Ratcliff reading of Qq Rich Richard II Richmond scene seems sense Shakespeare Shylock soul speak speech Stanley Steevens swear sweet tell thee thou art Venice verb wife word young
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Seite 274 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? Why, revenge. The villany you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Seite 256 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions : I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Seite 259 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Seite 206 - 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.
Seite 185 - 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.
Seite 378 - Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, '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
Seite 380 - O gentlemen, the time of life is short; To spend that shortness basely, were too long, If life did ride upon a dial's point, Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
Seite 255 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Seite 95 - Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front ; And now — instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries — He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.