The dramatic (poetical) works of William Shakspeare; illustr., embracing a life of the poet and notes, Volume 4 |
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... unto the sign of the leg ; and breeds no bate with telling of discreet stories ; and such other gambol faculties he hath , that show a weak mind and an able body , for the which the prince admits him ; for the prince himself is such ...
... unto the sign of the leg ; and breeds no bate with telling of discreet stories ; and such other gambol faculties he hath , that show a weak mind and an able body , for the which the prince admits him ; for the prince himself is such ...
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... Unto your sickness . K. Hen . I will take your counsel ; And , were these inward wars once out of hand , We would , dear lords , unto the Holy Land . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . Court before Justice Shallow's House in Gloucestershire . Enter ...
... Unto your sickness . K. Hen . I will take your counsel ; And , were these inward wars once out of hand , We would , dear lords , unto the Holy Land . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . Court before Justice Shallow's House in Gloucestershire . Enter ...
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... unto it ; I will none of you . Shal . Sir John , sir John , do not yourself wrong ; they are your likeliest men , and I would have you served with the best . Fal . Will you tell me , master Shallow , how to choose a man ? Care I for the ...
... unto it ; I will none of you . Shal . Sir John , sir John , do not yourself wrong ; they are your likeliest men , and I would have you served with the best . Fal . Will you tell me , master Shallow , how to choose a man ? Care I for the ...
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... Unto your grace do I in chief address The substance of my speech . If that rebellion Came like itself , in base and abject routs , Led on by bloody 2 youth , guarded with rage , And countenanced by boys , and beggary ; I say , if damned ...
... Unto your grace do I in chief address The substance of my speech . If that rebellion Came like itself , in base and abject routs , Led on by bloody 2 youth , guarded with rage , And countenanced by boys , and beggary ; I say , if damned ...
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... unto your grace . Hast . Go , captain , [ To an Officer . ] and deliver to the army This news of peace ; let them have pay , and part ; I know it will well please them . Hie thee , captain . [ Exit Officer . Arch . To you , my noble ...
... unto your grace . Hast . Go , captain , [ To an Officer . ] and deliver to the army This news of peace ; let them have pay , and part ; I know it will well please them . Hie thee , captain . [ Exit Officer . Arch . To you , my noble ...
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Page 152 - 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...
Page 190 - 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 abed, Shall think themselves accursed, they were not here: And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks, That fought with us upon Saint...
Page 52 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st 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 52 - 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 deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Page 153 - 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. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry "God for Harry, England, and Saint George!
Page 117 - O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to "act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire Crouch for employment.
Page 127 - 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...
Page 470 - I tend my flock ; * So many hours must I take my rest ; * So many hours must I contemplate ; * So many hours must I sport myself ; * So many days my ewes have been with young ; * So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean ; * So many years ere I shall shear the fleece : * So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, * Passed over to the end they were created, * Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Page 28 - 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 190 - And say — to-morrow is Saint Crispian : Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars, And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day. Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember, with advantages, What feats he did that day :• Then shall our names, Familiar in...