The winter's tale. The life and death of King John. The tragedy of King Richard II. The first part of King Henry IV. The second part of King Henry IV. The life of King Henry VG. Barrie & Son, 1894 |
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... father , eye , nose , lip , The trick of's frown , his forehead , nay , the valley , The pretty dimples of his chin and cheek , His smiles , ΙΟΙ The very mould and frame of hand , nail , finger : And thou , good goddess Nature , which ...
... father , eye , nose , lip , The trick of's frown , his forehead , nay , the valley , The pretty dimples of his chin and cheek , His smiles , ΙΟΙ The very mould and frame of hand , nail , finger : And thou , good goddess Nature , which ...
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... father : O that he were alive , and here beholding His daughter's trial ! that he did but see The flatness * of my misery , yet with eyes * Depth . Of pity , not revenge ! Re - enter Officers , with CLEOMENES and DION . Off . You here ...
... father : O that he were alive , and here beholding His daughter's trial ! that he did but see The flatness * of my misery , yet with eyes * Depth . Of pity , not revenge ! Re - enter Officers , with CLEOMENES and DION . Off . You here ...
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... father named me Autolycus , who being , as I am , littered under Mercury , was likewise a snapper - up of unconsidered trifles . With die and drab ? I purchased this caparison , and my revenue is the silly cheat . Gallows and knock are ...
... father named me Autolycus , who being , as I am , littered under Mercury , was likewise a snapper - up of unconsidered trifles . With die and drab ? I purchased this caparison , and my revenue is the silly cheat . Gallows and knock are ...
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... father hath made her mistress of the feast , and she lays it on . She hath made me four and twenty nosegays for the shearers , three- man - song - men * all , and very good ones ; but they are most of them means † and bases ; but one ...
... father hath made her mistress of the feast , and she lays it on . She hath made me four and twenty nosegays for the shearers , three- man - song - men * all , and very good ones ; but they are most of them means † and bases ; but one ...
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... father's ground . Per . Now Jove afford you cause ! To me the difference forges dread ; your greatness Hath not been used to fear . Even now I tremble To think your father , by some accident , Should pass this way as you did : O , the ...
... father's ground . Per . Now Jove afford you cause ! To me the difference forges dread ; your greatness Hath not been used to fear . Even now I tremble To think your father , by some accident , Should pass this way as you did : O , the ...
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Page 472 - 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; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood...
Page 135 - 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?
Page 505 - 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...
Page 330 - tis no matter ; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour ? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour?
Page 387 - With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst 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.
Page 330 - tis no matter ; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? no : or an arm ? no : or take away the grief of a wound ? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then ? no. What is honour ? a word. What is in that word honour ? what is that honour ? air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it ? he that died o
Page 465 - A made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child. A parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. "How now, Sir John!" quoth I; "what, man! be o
Page 169 - 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.
Page 216 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be...