 | William Shakespeare - Biography & Autobiography - 1998 - 356 pages
...now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Who8ê lib? WeH foade in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture:...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... | |
 | John O'Connor - Education - 2001 - 264 pages
...these parts from morn till even fought, 20 And sheathed their swords for lack of argument. Dishonour not your mothers; now attest That those whom you called...and base. That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. 30 Disguise fair nature Hide your usually kind l<x>ks. Then lend . . . have a terrible ltx>k in your... | |
 | William Shakespeare - Drama - 2001 - 272 pages
...their swords for lack of argument. Dishonour not your mothers; now attest That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - Drama - 2001 - 212 pages
...Now attest That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, 25 And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose...doubt not, For there is none of you so mean and base 30 That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining... | |
 | Orson Welles - Drama - 2001 - 342 pages
...were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture. Let us swear That you are worthy of your breeding; which I doubt not, For there is none...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... | |
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That those whom you called 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... 
