The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Band 5 |
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... earth's good hap , Add an immortal title to your crown ! K. Rich . We thank you both : yet one but flat- ters us , As well appeareth by the cause you come5 : Namely , to appeal each other of high treason.- Cousin of Hereford , what dost ...
... earth's good hap , Add an immortal title to your crown ! K. Rich . We thank you both : yet one but flat- ters us , As well appeareth by the cause you come5 : Namely , to appeal each other of high treason.- Cousin of Hereford , what dost ...
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... earth , Or my divine soul answer it in heaven . Thou art a traitor , and a miscreant ; Too good to be so , and too bad to live : Since the more fair and crystal is the sky , The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly . Once more , the ...
... earth , Or my divine soul answer it in heaven . Thou art a traitor , and a miscreant ; Too good to be so , and too bad to live : Since the more fair and crystal is the sky , The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly . Once more , the ...
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... earth , To me for justice , and rough chastisement ; And by the glorious worth of my descent , This arm shall do it , or this life be spent . K. Rich . How high a pitch his resolution soars ! - Thomas of Norfolk , what say'st thou to ...
... earth , To me for justice , and rough chastisement ; And by the glorious worth of my descent , This arm shall do it , or this life be spent . K. Rich . How high a pitch his resolution soars ! - Thomas of Norfolk , what say'st thou to ...
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... earth , Will rain hot vengeance on offenders ' heads . Duch . Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur ? Hath love in thy old blood no living fire ? Edward's seven sons , whereof thyself art one , Were as seven phials of his sacred ...
... earth , Will rain hot vengeance on offenders ' heads . Duch . Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur ? Hath love in thy old blood no living fire ? Edward's seven sons , whereof thyself art one , Were as seven phials of his sacred ...
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... earth should not be soil'd With that dear blood which it hath foster'd ; And for our eyes do hate the dire aspéct Of civile wounds plough'd up with neighbours ' swords ; [ And for we think the eagle - winged pride Of sky - aspiring and ...
... earth should not be soil'd With that dear blood which it hath foster'd ; And for our eyes do hate the dire aspéct Of civile wounds plough'd up with neighbours ' swords ; [ And for we think the eagle - winged pride Of sky - aspiring and ...
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arms Aumerle Bard Bardolph battle of Agincourt blood Boling Bolingbroke brother called Cotgrave cousin crown death dost doth duke duke of Hereford earl England English Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear folio France French friends Gaunt give Glendower grace grief hand Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath hear heart heaven Holinshed honour horse Host John of Gaunt King Henry King Henry IV King Richard King Richard II king's Lady liege live look lord majesty master merry Mortimer never night noble Northumberland old copies peace Percy Pist Pistol play Poins pray prince prince of Wales quarto Queen Rich sack SCENE Scroop Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal Sir John Sir John Falstaff soldiers soul speak Steevens sweet sword tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue unto Westmoreland word York
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Seite 460 - 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 accurs'd they were not here ; And hold their manhoods cheap, whiles any speaks That fought with us upon saint Crispin's day.
Seite 414 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more ; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Seite 388 - 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...
Seite 33 - This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: 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.
Seite 296 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down...
Seite 33 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's son : This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world...
Seite 415 - Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
Seite 104 - 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. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; My soul the father: and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts, And these same thoughts people this little world In humours like the people of this world, For no thought is contented.
Seite 252 - Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me. The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent anything that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me: I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
Seite 133 - 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 dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home ; He was perfumed like a milliner ; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took't away again ; Who, therewith angry, when it next came...