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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... Philip Falconbridge . Lords , Ladies , Citizens of Angiers , Sheriff , Heralds , Officers , Soldiers , Messengers , and Attendants . SCENE - Sometimes in ENGLAND , and sometimes in FRANCE . KING JOHN . ' ACT I. Chat . Philip of.
... Philip Falconbridge . Lords , Ladies , Citizens of Angiers , Sheriff , Heralds , Officers , Soldiers , Messengers , and Attendants . SCENE - Sometimes in ENGLAND , and sometimes in FRANCE . KING JOHN . ' ACT I. Chat . Philip of.
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... soldiers confident . With him along is come the mother - queen , An Até , 1o stirring him to blood and strife ; With her her niece , the Lady Blanch of Spain ; With them a bastard of the king's deceas'd : And all th ' unsettled humours ...
... soldiers confident . With him along is come the mother - queen , An Até , 1o stirring him to blood and strife ; With her her niece , the Lady Blanch of Spain ; With them a bastard of the king's deceas'd : And all th ' unsettled humours ...
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... soldiers are his teeth , his fangs ; And now he feasts , mousing the flesh of men , In undetermin'd differences of kings.- Why stand these royal fronts amazèd thus ? Cry , havock , kings ! 50 back to the stained field , You equal ...
... soldiers are his teeth , his fangs ; And now he feasts , mousing the flesh of men , In undetermin'd differences of kings.- Why stand these royal fronts amazèd thus ? Cry , havock , kings ! 50 back to the stained field , You equal ...
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... Soldiers . Mel . Lead me to the revolts of England here . Sal . When we were happy , we had other names . Pem . It is the Count Melun . Sal . Wounded to death . Mel . Fly , noble English , you are bought and sold ; 33 4 31. Are wreck'd ...
... Soldiers . Mel . Lead me to the revolts of England here . Sal . When we were happy , we had other names . Pem . It is the Count Melun . Sal . Wounded to death . Mel . Fly , noble English , you are bought and sold ; 33 4 31. Are wreck'd ...
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... on the Queen . Lords , Heralds , Officers , Soldiers , two Gardeners , Keeper , Messenger , Groom , and other Attendants . SCENE - Dispersedly in England and Wales . 二 KING RICHARD II.1 ACT I. Sluic'd out his innocent.
... on the Queen . Lords , Heralds , Officers , Soldiers , two Gardeners , Keeper , Messenger , Groom , and other Attendants . SCENE - Dispersedly in England and Wales . 二 KING RICHARD II.1 ACT I. Sluic'd out his innocent.
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Act ii arms bear better blood brother called cause comes cousin crown dead death doth Duke Earl Edward effect England English Enter Exeunt Exit express eyes face fair father fear fight Folio follow force France French friends give given Gloster grace hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven Henry hold Holinshed honour hope instance John keep king Lady land leave live look lord lost majesty master means mind never night noble Note once passage peace person play poor present Prince prints queen reference Rich Richard royal SCENE Second sense sentence Shakespeare soldiers sometimes soul speak speech stand sweet sword tell thee thou thou art thought tongue true unto Warwick word York young
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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.