The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Volume 6 |
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... head ; For I intend to have it , ere long . [ Exeunt . May . See the coast clear'd , and then we will de- part.- Good God ! that nobles should such stomachs12 bear ! I myself fight not once in forty year . [ Exeunt . 11 Malone ...
... head ; For I intend to have it , ere long . [ Exeunt . May . See the coast clear'd , and then we will de- part.- Good God ! that nobles should such stomachs12 bear ! I myself fight not once in forty year . [ Exeunt . 11 Malone ...
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... head ; The Dauphin , with one Joan la Pucelle join'd , — A holy prophetess , new risen up , - Is come with a great power to raise the siege . [ SALISBURY groans . Tal . Hear , hear , how dying Salisbury doth groan ! It irks his heart ...
... head ; The Dauphin , with one Joan la Pucelle join'd , — A holy prophetess , new risen up , - Is come with a great power to raise the siege . [ SALISBURY groans . Tal . Hear , hear , how dying Salisbury doth groan ! It irks his heart ...
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... head . [ Alarum . Retreat . Exeunt TALBOT and his Forces , & c . 2 Alluding to Hannibal's stratagem to escape , by fixing bun- dles of lighted twigs on the horns of oxen , recorded by Livy , lib . xxij . c . xvj . 3 Old copy treacherous ...
... head . [ Alarum . Retreat . Exeunt TALBOT and his Forces , & c . 2 Alluding to Hannibal's stratagem to escape , by fixing bun- dles of lighted twigs on the horns of oxen , recorded by Livy , lib . xxij . c . xvj . 3 Old copy treacherous ...
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... is also its mean- ing : How long have you professed apprehension ? ' i . e . the taking of conceits into your head . 16 A cognizance is a badge . Shall send , between the red rose and the white 44 ACT II . FIRST PART OF.
... is also its mean- ing : How long have you professed apprehension ? ' i . e . the taking of conceits into your head . 16 A cognizance is a badge . Shall send , between the red rose and the white 44 ACT II . FIRST PART OF.
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... head . Mor . That cause , fair nephew , that imprison'd me , And hath detain'd me , all my flow'ring youth , Within a loathsome dungeon , there to pine , Was cursed instrument of his decease . Plan . Discover more at large what cause ...
... head . Mor . That cause , fair nephew , that imprison'd me , And hath detain'd me , all my flow'ring youth , Within a loathsome dungeon , there to pine , Was cursed instrument of his decease . Plan . Discover more at large what cause ...
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Alarum arms blood brother Buckingham Burgundy Cade cardinal Char Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown Dauphin dead death doth duke of York earl earl of Warwick enemies England Enter KING HENRY Exeunt Exit father fear fight foes France French friends give Gloster grace hand hath head heart heaven Henry's Holinshed honour house of Lancaster house of York Humphrey Jack Cade King Edward King Henry VI King Richard III Lady Lancaster lord lord protector madam majesty Malone Mess ne'er never night noble old play peace Plantagenet prince protector PUCELLE QUEEN MARGARET Reignier Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE Shakspeare Sir John slain soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak stay Steevens Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt traitor uncle unto Warwick wilt words
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Page 203 - DICK The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers. CADE Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man? Some say the bee stings: but I say, 'tis the bee's wax; for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never mine own man since.
Page 286 - So many hours must 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...
Page 287 - Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings, that fear their subjects
Page 86 - 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 18 - Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.