The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a memoir and essay on his genius by Barry Cornwall: also annotations and remarks by many writers, illustr. with engr. from designs by K. Meadows, Band 3 |
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... tell o'er thy tale again . It cannot be thou dost but say ' t is so . I trust I may not trust thee ; for thy word Is but the vain breath of a common man . Believe me I do not believe thee , man : I have a king's oath to the contrary ...
... tell o'er thy tale again . It cannot be thou dost but say ' t is so . I trust I may not trust thee ; for thy word Is but the vain breath of a common man . Believe me I do not believe thee , man : I have a king's oath to the contrary ...
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... Tell him this tale ; and from the mouth of England Add thus much more , -that no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions ; But as we under heaven are supreme head , So , under Him , that great supremacy , Where we do reign ...
... Tell him this tale ; and from the mouth of England Add thus much more , -that no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions ; But as we under heaven are supreme head , So , under Him , that great supremacy , Where we do reign ...
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... tell my tale in express words , Deep shame had struck me dumb , made me break off ; And those thy fears might have wrought fears in me . But thou didst understand me by my signs , And didst in signs again parley with sin : Yea , without ...
... tell my tale in express words , Deep shame had struck me dumb , made me break off ; And those thy fears might have wrought fears in me . But thou didst understand me by my signs , And didst in signs again parley with sin : Yea , without ...
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... tell the King , he may inquire us [ Exeunt Lords . out . Bast . Here's a good world ! —Knew you of this fair work ? Beyond the infinite and boundless reach Of mercy , if thou didst this deed of death , Art thou damned , Hubert . Hub ...
... tell the King , he may inquire us [ Exeunt Lords . out . Bast . Here's a good world ! —Knew you of this fair work ? Beyond the infinite and boundless reach Of mercy , if thou didst this deed of death , Art thou damned , Hubert . Hub ...
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... tell me , Hubert . Hub . Badly , I fear . How fares your majesty ? K. John . This fever that hath troubled me so long Lies heavy on me : O my heart is sick ! Enter a Messenger . Mess . My lord , your valiant kinsman , Fal- conbridge ...
... tell me , Hubert . Hub . Badly , I fear . How fares your majesty ? K. John . This fever that hath troubled me so long Lies heavy on me : O my heart is sick ! Enter a Messenger . Mess . My lord , your valiant kinsman , Fal- conbridge ...
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Alarums arms art thou Bardolph bear blood Boling breath brother Buck Buckingham Cade canst Clarence cousin crown dead death dost doth Duch Duke Duke of York Earl Edward Eliz England Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear foul France friends Gent gentle give Gloster Goths grace grief hand hath head hear heart heaven Holinshed honour house of York Jack Cade KING HENRY lady live look lord Lord Hastings lord of Westmorland madam majesty ne'er never night noble Northumberland peace Pericles Pist Poins poor pray prince Queen Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET SCENE shame shew Sir John soldiers Somerset sorrow soul speak Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thought thyself tongue traitor uncle unto Warwick weep wilt words York
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Seite 223 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Seite 471 - I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stre-am, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ! I feel my heart new opened. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Seite 40 - 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 128 - 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 5 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven,...
Seite 197 - The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts : Where some, like magistrates, correct at home ; Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad ; Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds...
Seite 197 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,...