The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of MDCXXIII, with Various Readings from All the Editions and All the Commentators, Notes, Introductory Remarks, a Historical Sketch of the Text, an Account of the Rise and Progress of the English Drama, a Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay Upon the Genius, Band 6Little, Brown, 1859 |
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... right ; Or else it must go wrong with you and me : So much my conscience whispers in your ear , Which none but Heaven and you and I shall hear . Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire , who whispers ESSEX . 18 ACT I. KING JOHN .
... right ; Or else it must go wrong with you and me : So much my conscience whispers in your ear , Which none but Heaven and you and I shall hear . Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire , who whispers ESSEX . 18 ACT I. KING JOHN .
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... Heaven , and to my mother : Of that I doubt , as all men's children may . Eli . Out on thee , rude man ! thou dost shame thy mother , And wound her honour with this diffidence . Bast . I , Madam ? no , I have no reason for it : That is ...
... Heaven , and to my mother : Of that I doubt , as all men's children may . Eli . Out on thee , rude man ! thou dost shame thy mother , And wound her honour with this diffidence . Bast . I , Madam ? no , I have no reason for it : That is ...
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... Heaven thanks , I was not like to thee . K. John . Why , what a madcap hath Heaven lent us here ! Eli . He hath a trick of Coeur - de - lion's face ; The accent of his tongue affecteth him . Do you not read some tokens of my son In the ...
... Heaven thanks , I was not like to thee . K. John . Why , what a madcap hath Heaven lent us here ! Eli . He hath a trick of Coeur - de - lion's face ; The accent of his tongue affecteth him . Do you not read some tokens of my son In the ...
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... . O , take his mother's thanks , a wid- ow's thanks , Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength , To make a more requital to your love ! Aust . The peace of Heaven is theirs that lift SC . I. 27 KING JOHN .
... . O , take his mother's thanks , a wid- ow's thanks , Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength , To make a more requital to your love ! Aust . The peace of Heaven is theirs that lift SC . I. 27 KING JOHN .
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... Heaven is theirs that lift their swords In such a just and charitable war . King Philip . Well then , to work . shall be bent Our cannon Against the brows of this resisting town : Call for our chiefest men of discipline , To cull the ...
... Heaven is theirs that lift their swords In such a just and charitable war . King Philip . Well then , to work . shall be bent Our cannon Against the brows of this resisting town : Call for our chiefest men of discipline , To cull the ...
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Seite 467 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Seite 380 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough.
Seite 467 - 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...
Seite 370 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it 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.
Seite 199 - Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while : I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends : subjected thus, How can you say to me, I am a king ? Car.
Seite 166 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat...
Seite 198 - No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth, Let's choose executors and talk of wills...
Seite 293 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Seite 65 - 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 467 - 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...