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... 30 Into an hour - glass : for the which supply , Admit me Chorus to this history ; Who prologue - like your humble patience pray , Gently to hear , kindly to judge , our play . [ Exit . Act First . Scene I. London . An ante - The Life of.
... 30 Into an hour - glass : for the which supply , Admit me Chorus to this history ; Who prologue - like your humble patience pray , Gently to hear , kindly to judge , our play . [ Exit . Act First . Scene I. London . An ante - The Life of.
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... offend one stomach with our play . But , till the king come forth , and not till then , Unto Southampton do we shift our scene . 40 [ Exit . Scene I. London . A street . Enter Corporal Nym 22 Act II . Prologue . The Life of.
... offend one stomach with our play . But , till the king come forth , and not till then , Unto Southampton do we shift our scene . 40 [ Exit . Scene I. London . A street . Enter Corporal Nym 22 Act II . Prologue . The Life of.
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... , [ Alarum , and chambers go off . And down goes all before them . And eke out our performance with Still be kind , your mind . [ Exit . Scene I. France . Before Harfleur . Alarum . Enter 48 Act III . Prologue . The Life of.
... , [ Alarum , and chambers go off . And down goes all before them . And eke out our performance with Still be kind , your mind . [ Exit . Scene I. France . Before Harfleur . Alarum . Enter 48 Act III . Prologue . The Life of.
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... Exit . 60 Gow . Captain Fluellen , you must come presently to the mines ; the Duke of Gloucester would speak with you . Flu . To the mines ! tell you the duke , it is not so good to come to the mines ; for , look you , the mines is not ...
... Exit . 60 Gow . Captain Fluellen , you must come presently to the mines ; the Duke of Gloucester would speak with you . Flu . To the mines ! tell you the duke , it is not so good to come to the mines ; for , look you , the mines is not ...
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... . It is well . Pist . The fig of Spain ! Flu . Very good . Gow . Why , this is an arrant counterfeit rascal ; I remember him now ; a bawd , a cutpurse . [ Exit . Flu . I'll assure you , a ' uttered as 68 Act III Sc vi . The Life of.
... . It is well . Pist . The fig of Spain ! Flu . Very good . Gow . Why , this is an arrant counterfeit rascal ; I remember him now ; a bawd , a cutpurse . [ Exit . Flu . I'll assure you , a ' uttered as 68 Act III Sc vi . The Life of.
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Page 38 - a should not think of God ; I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet. I put my hand into the bed, and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone ; then I felt to his knees, and so upward, and upward, and all was as cold as any stone.
Page 2 - But pardon, gentles all, The flat unraised spirits that have dared 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? O, pardon! since a crooked figure may Attest in little place a million; And let us, ciphers to this great accompt, On your imaginary forces work.
Page 38 - ... 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.
Page 49 - 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. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide; Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit To his full height.
Page 1 - 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...
Page 114 - ... orld, I warrant you shall find, in the comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, that the situations, look you, is both alike. There is a river in Macedon, and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth : it is called Wye at Monmouth, but it is out of my prains what is the name of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis alike as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both.
Page 103 - 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...
Page 102 - I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear ; Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Page 101 - O ! that we now had here Enter King HENRY. But one ten thousand of those men in England, That do no work to-day. K . Hen. What 's he. that wishes so ? My cousin Westmoreland? — No, my fair cousin If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men. the greater share of honour.
Page i - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.