The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 4G. Bell, 1875 |
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... soldier now , under whose blessed cross We are impressed and engag'd to fight ) , Forthwith a power of English shall ... soldiers the print of the city on a cake to be devoured . ” — Gosson's School of Abuse , 1587 , E. 4 . In forwarding ...
... soldier now , under whose blessed cross We are impressed and engag'd to fight ) , Forthwith a power of English shall ... soldiers the print of the city on a cake to be devoured . ” — Gosson's School of Abuse , 1587 , E. 4 . In forwarding ...
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... soldiers bore dead bodies by , He call'd them - untaught knaves , unmannerly , To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility . With many holiday and lady terms He question'd me ; among the rest demanded My ...
... soldiers bore dead bodies by , He call'd them - untaught knaves , unmannerly , To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility . With many holiday and lady terms He question'd me ; among the rest demanded My ...
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... soldier . This bald unjointed chat of his , my lord , I answer'd indirectly , as I said ; And , I beseech you , let not his report Come current for an accusation , Betwixt my love and your high majesty . Blunt . The circumstance ...
... soldier . This bald unjointed chat of his , my lord , I answer'd indirectly , as I said ; And , I beseech you , let not his report Come current for an accusation , Betwixt my love and your high majesty . Blunt . The circumstance ...
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... soldiers slain , was not Katherine but Elizabeth ) , or else designedly changed it , out of the remarkable fondness he seems to have had for the name of Kate . Hall and Holinshed call her erroneously Elinor . 5 In King Richard III . we ...
... soldiers slain , was not Katherine but Elizabeth ) , or else designedly changed it , out of the remarkable fondness he seems to have had for the name of Kate . Hall and Holinshed call her erroneously Elinor . 5 In King Richard III . we ...
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... soldiers and criminals , by drawing them up on high with their arms tied backward . Randle Holme says , that they were suddenly let fall half way with a jerk , which not only broke the arms but shook all the joints out of joint . He ...
... soldiers and criminals , by drawing them up on high with their arms tied backward . Randle Holme says , that they were suddenly let fall half way with a jerk , which not only broke the arms but shook all the joints out of joint . He ...
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Page 372 - 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 327 - 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 for Harry, England, and Saint George!
Page 199 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Page 23 - Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, That villainous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and but for these vile guns He would himself have been a soldier.
Page 202 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd; The which observ'd . a man may prophesy, With a near aim , of the main chance of things As yet not come to life , which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Page 199 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst 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 281 - 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...
Page 168 - Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady thy wife.
Page 198 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Page 281 - 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...