The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 8E. H. Dumont, 1901 |
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... Lord Chief - Justice of the King's Bench . A Servant of the Chief - Justice . EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND . SCROOP , Archbishop of York . LORD MOWBRAY . LORD HASTINGS . LORD BARDOLPH . SIR JOHN COLVILLE . TRAVERS and MORTON , retainers of ...
... Lord Chief - Justice of the King's Bench . A Servant of the Chief - Justice . EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND . SCROOP , Archbishop of York . LORD MOWBRAY . LORD HASTINGS . LORD BARDOLPH . SIR JOHN COLVILLE . TRAVERS and MORTON , retainers of ...
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... Lord Bardolph . L. Bard . Who keeps the gate here , ho ? The porter opens the gate . Where is the earl ? Port . What shall I say you are ? L. Bard . Tell thou the earl That the Lord Bardolph doth attend him here . Port 20 Act I. Sc . i ...
... Lord Bardolph . L. Bard . Who keeps the gate here , ho ? The porter opens the gate . Where is the earl ? Port . What shall I say you are ? L. Bard . Tell thou the earl That the Lord Bardolph doth attend him here . Port 20 Act I. Sc . i ...
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... Lord Bardolph ? every minute now Should be the father of some stratagem : The times are wild ; contention , like a horse Full of high feeding , madly hath broke loose , And bears down all before him . L. Bard . Noble earl , I bring you ...
... Lord Bardolph ? every minute now Should be the father of some stratagem : The times are wild ; contention , like a horse Full of high feeding , madly hath broke loose , And bears down all before him . L. Bard . Noble earl , I bring you ...
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... lord , Sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back With joyful tidings ; and , being better horsed , Out - rode me . After him ... lord , I'll tell you what ; If my young lord your son have not the day , Upon mine honour , for a silken point I'll ...
... lord , Sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back With joyful tidings ; and , being better horsed , Out - rode me . After him ... lord , I'll tell you what ; If my young lord your son have not the day , Upon mine honour , for a silken point I'll ...
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... lord your son , - North . Why , he is dead . See what a ready tongue suspicion hath ! He that but fears the thing he would not know Hath by instinct knowledge from others ' eyes That what he fear'd is chanced . Yet speak , Morton ; Tell ...
... lord your son , - North . Why , he is dead . See what a ready tongue suspicion hath ! He that but fears the thing he would not know Hath by instinct knowledge from others ' eyes That what he fear'd is chanced . Yet speak , Morton ; Tell ...
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Page 99 - 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 day.
Page 22 - Whose high upreared and abutting fronts The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder. Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance ; Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...
Page 73 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasure'd. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Page 118 - As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him ! much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.
Page 44 - Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it ? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly?
Page 71 - 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, And in the visitation of the winds Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That with the hurly death itself awakes...
Page 58 - 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...
Page 72 - 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 170 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Page 70 - O sleep, 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 ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with...