The comedies, histories, tragedies and poems of William Shakspere, ed. by C. Knight. National ed. [6], Volume 1 |
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... Cousin , go draw our puissance together.- France , I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath ; A rage whose heat hath this condition , That nothing can allay , nothing but blood , The blood , and dearest - valued blood , of France . K. PHI ...
... Cousin , go draw our puissance together.- France , I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath ; A rage whose heat hath this condition , That nothing can allay , nothing but blood , The blood , and dearest - valued blood , of France . K. PHI ...
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William Shakespeare Charles Knight. So strongly guarded . - Cousin , look not sad : Thy grandame loves thee ; and thy uncle will As dear be to thee as thy father was . ARTH . O , this will make my mother die with grief . K. JOHN . Cousin ...
William Shakespeare Charles Knight. So strongly guarded . - Cousin , look not sad : Thy grandame loves thee ; and thy uncle will As dear be to thee as thy father was . ARTH . O , this will make my mother die with grief . K. JOHN . Cousin ...
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... cousin , go : Hubert shall be your man , attend on you With all true duty . - On toward Calais , ho ! SCENE IV . - The same . The French King's Tent . Enter KING PHILIP , LEWIS , PANDULPH , and Attendants . K. PHI . So , by a roaring ...
... cousin , go : Hubert shall be your man , attend on you With all true duty . - On toward Calais , ho ! SCENE IV . - The same . The French King's Tent . Enter KING PHILIP , LEWIS , PANDULPH , and Attendants . K. PHI . So , by a roaring ...
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... cousin ; for I was amaz'd Under the tide but now I breathe again Aloft the flood ; and can give audience To any tongue , speak it of what it will . BAST . How I have sped among the clergymen , 58 [ ACT IV . KING JOHN .
... cousin ; for I was amaz'd Under the tide but now I breathe again Aloft the flood ; and can give audience To any tongue , speak it of what it will . BAST . How I have sped among the clergymen , 58 [ ACT IV . KING JOHN .
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... cousin , Hear'st thou the news abroad , who are arriv'd ? BAST . The French , my lord ; men's mouths are full of it : Besides , I met lord Bigot , and lord Salisbury , ( With eyes as red as new - enkindled fire , ) And others more ...
... cousin , Hear'st thou the news abroad , who are arriv'd ? BAST . The French , my lord ; men's mouths are full of it : Besides , I met lord Bigot , and lord Salisbury , ( With eyes as red as new - enkindled fire , ) And others more ...
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Page 428 - Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts ; 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 ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil...
Page 352 - 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 225 - So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
Page 286 - Tis not due yet; I would be loth to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, '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 that word, honour? air. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? he that died o
Page 275 - 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 335 - Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly ? coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar ; telling us she had a good dish of prawns ; whereby thou didst desire to eat some, whereby I told thee they were ill for a green wound...
Page 152 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Page 452 - That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. 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...
Page 152 - 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...
Page 225 - I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyoked humour of your idleness. Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wondered at By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.