Cassell's illustrated Shakespeare. The plays of Shakespeare, ed. and annotated by C. and M.C. Clarke, illustr. by H.C. Selous, Part 179, Volume 2 |
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... Exit GURNEY . Madam , I was not old Sir Robert's son ; Sir Robert might have eat his part in me Upon Good Friday , and ne'er broke his fast : To whom am I beholden for these limbs ? Sir Robert never holp 39 to make this leg . Lady F ...
... Exit GURNEY . Madam , I was not old Sir Robert's son ; Sir Robert might have eat his part in me Upon Good Friday , and ne'er broke his fast : To whom am I beholden for these limbs ? Sir Robert never holp 39 to make this leg . Lady F ...
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... Exit . SCENE I - FRANCE . The French King's Tent . Enter CONSTANCE , ARTHUR , and SALISBURY . Const . Gone to be married ! gone to swear a peace ! 78. Departed . Parted . ' The one word was frequently used for the other in former times ...
... Exit . SCENE I - FRANCE . The French King's Tent . Enter CONSTANCE , ARTHUR , and SALISBURY . Const . Gone to be married ! gone to swear a peace ! 78. Departed . Parted . ' The one word was frequently used for the other in former times ...
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... Exit Bastard France , I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath ; A rage whose heat hath this condition , That nothing can allay , 42 nothing but blood , — The blood , and dearest - valu'd blood of France . K. Phi . Thy rage shall burn thee ...
... Exit Bastard France , I am burn'd up with inflaming wrath ; A rage whose heat hath this condition , That nothing can allay , 42 nothing but blood , — The blood , and dearest - valu'd blood of France . K. Phi . Thy rage shall burn thee ...
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... Exit Bastard . Eli . Come hither , little kinsman ; hark , a word . [ She takes ARTHUR aside . K. John . Come hither , Hubert . Oh , my gentle Hubert , We owe thee much ! within this wall of flesh There is a soul counts thee her ...
... Exit Bastard . Eli . Come hither , little kinsman ; hark , a word . [ She takes ARTHUR aside . K. John . Come hither , Hubert . Oh , my gentle Hubert , We owe thee much ! within this wall of flesh There is a soul counts thee her ...
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... Exit . K. Phi . I fear some outrage , and I'll follow her . [ Exit . Lew . There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice - told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the ...
... Exit . K. Phi . I fear some outrage , and I'll follow her . [ Exit . Lew . There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice - told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the ...
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Page 30 - 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 257 - 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 52 - 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 582 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be ; And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, — that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, — Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one,...
Page 99 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As. in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious: Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard, no man cried, God save him...
Page 434 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live. When this is known, then to divide the times: So many hours must...
Page 161 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will, not suffer it: — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Page 583 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then, if thou fall'st...
Page 434 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Page 34 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.