The Works of William Shakspeare: The Text Formed from an Intirely New Collation of the Old Editions, with the Various Readings, Notes, a Life of the Poet, and a History of the Early English Stage, Volume 5 |
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... poor men do know : These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues . Reig . My lord , where are you ? what devise you on ? Shall we give over Orleans , or no ? Puc . Why , no , I say : distrustful recreants ! Fight till the last gasp ...
... poor men do know : These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues . Reig . My lord , where are you ? what devise you on ? Shall we give over Orleans , or no ? Puc . Why , no , I say : distrustful recreants ! Fight till the last gasp ...
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... poor servitors ( When others sleep upon their quiet beds ) Constrain'd to watch in darkness , rain , and cold . Enter TALBOT , Bedford , BurGUNDY , and Forces , with scaling Ladders ; their Drums beating a dead march . Tal . Lord regent ...
... poor servitors ( When others sleep upon their quiet beds ) Constrain'd to watch in darkness , rain , and cold . Enter TALBOT , Bedford , BurGUNDY , and Forces , with scaling Ladders ; their Drums beating a dead march . Tal . Lord regent ...
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... poor castle where she lies ; That she may boast she hath beheld the man Whose glory fills the world with loud report . Bur . Is it even so ? Nay , then , I see , our wars Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport , When ladies crave to be ...
... poor castle where she lies ; That she may boast she hath beheld the man Whose glory fills the world with loud report . Bur . Is it even so ? Nay , then , I see , our wars Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport , When ladies crave to be ...
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... Poor gentleman , his wrong doth equal mine . Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign , Before whose glory I was great in arms , This loathsome sequestration have I had ; And even since then hath Richard been obscur'd , Depriv'd of ...
... Poor gentleman , his wrong doth equal mine . Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign , Before whose glory I was great in arms , This loathsome sequestration have I had ; And even since then hath Richard been obscur'd , Depriv'd of ...
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... poor ? Or how haps it , I seek not to advance Or raise myself , but keep my wonted calling ? And for dissension , who preferreth peace More than I do , except I be provok'd ? No , my good lords , it is not that offends ; It is not that ...
... poor ? Or how haps it , I seek not to advance Or raise myself , but keep my wonted calling ? And for dissension , who preferreth peace More than I do , except I be provok'd ? No , my good lords , it is not that offends ; It is not that ...
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Page 576 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr...
Page 271 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Page 190 - Cade. Be brave then ; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be in England seven half-penny loaves sold for a penny : the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony, to drink small beer. All the realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass.
Page 568 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Page 10 - HUNG be the heavens with black , yield day to night! Comets, importing change of times and states, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky ; And with them scourge the bad revolting stars, That have consented unto Henry's death ! Henry the fifth, too famous to live long ! England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.
Page 351 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Page 270 - God, methinks it were a happy life To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live. When this is known, then to divide the times: So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many...
Page 379 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea ; Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes, ) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Page 378 - That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days : So full of dismal terror was the time.