The Works of William Shakespeare: King John. King Richard II. The first and second parts of King Henry IV. King Henry VMacmillan, 1864 |
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... heart from Richard's hand . He that perforce robs lions of their hearts May easily win a woman's . Ay , my mother , With all my heart I thank thee for my father ! Who lives and dares but say thou didst not well When I was got , I'll ...
... heart from Richard's hand . He that perforce robs lions of their hearts May easily win a woman's . Ay , my mother , With all my heart I thank thee for my father ! Who lives and dares but say thou didst not well When I was got , I'll ...
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... heart 275 And fought the holy wars in Palestine , By this brave duke came early to his grave : And for amends to his posterity , 5 At our importance hither is he come , To spread his colours , boy , in thy behalf , And to rebuke the ...
... heart 275 And fought the holy wars in Palestine , By this brave duke came early to his grave : And for amends to his posterity , 5 At our importance hither is he come , To spread his colours , boy , in thy behalf , And to rebuke the ...
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... Ff . this piteous Long MS . torture ] nature Hanmer . 37. is it not fair ] is't not fairly Keightley conj . 38. effect ] a fact Malone conj . 39. hot ] om . Pope . Arth . Have you the heart ? When your head SCENE 1. ] 57 KING JOHN .
... Ff . this piteous Long MS . torture ] nature Hanmer . 37. is it not fair ] is't not fairly Keightley conj . 38. effect ] a fact Malone conj . 39. hot ] om . Pope . Arth . Have you the heart ? When your head SCENE 1. ] 57 KING JOHN .
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... heart ? When your head did but ache , I knit my handkercher about your brows , And I did never ask it you again ; The best I had , a princess wrought it me , And with my hand at midnight held your head , And like the watchful minutes to ...
... heart ? When your head did but ache , I knit my handkercher about your brows , And I did never ask it you again ; The best I had , a princess wrought it me , And with my hand at midnight held your head , And like the watchful minutes to ...
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... heart : Let him come back , that his compassion may Give life to yours . Hub . 80 85 Come , boy , prepare yourself . Arth . Is there no remedy ? 90 None , but to lose your eyes . Hub . Arth . O heaven , that there were but a mote in ...
... heart : Let him come back , that his compassion may Give life to yours . Hub . 80 85 Come , boy , prepare yourself . Arth . Is there no remedy ? 90 None , but to lose your eyes . Hub . Arth . O heaven , that there were but a mote in ...
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Page 95 - 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 318 - I saw young Harry, — with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, — Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Page 491 - On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object : can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France ? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt...
Page 530 - Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Page 169 - Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
Page 137 - This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leased 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.
Page 416 - 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 intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Page 169 - 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 fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!