The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of MDCXXIII, with Various Readings from All the Editions and All the Commentators, Notes, Introductory Remarks, a Historical Sketch of the Text, an Account of the Rise and Progress of the English Drama, a Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay Upon the Genius, Volume 8Little, Brown, 1859 - Andronicus, Titus (Legendary character) |
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... fight it out , and not stand cavilling thus . Rich . Sound drums and trumpets , and the King , will fly . York . Sons , peace ! K. Hen . Peace thou , and give King Henry leave ] to speak . War . Plantagenet shall speak first : hear him ...
... fight it out , and not stand cavilling thus . Rich . Sound drums and trumpets , and the King , will fly . York . Sons , peace ! K. Hen . Peace thou , and give King Henry leave ] to speak . War . Plantagenet shall speak first : hear him ...
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... fight in thy defence : May that ground gape , and swallow me alive , Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father ! K. Hen . O Clifford , how thy words revive my ' heart ! York . Henry of Lancaster , resign thy crown . What mutter you ...
... fight in thy defence : May that ground gape , and swallow me alive , Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father ! K. Hen . O Clifford , how thy words revive my ' heart ! York . Henry of Lancaster , resign thy crown . What mutter you ...
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... fight it out ! " And full as oft came Edward to my side , With purple falchion , painted to the hilt In blood of those that had encounter'd him : And when the hardiest warriors did retire , Richard 66 cri'd , - ground ! " And cri'd ...
... fight it out ! " And full as oft came Edward to my side , With purple falchion , painted to the hilt In blood of those that had encounter'd him : And when the hardiest warriors did retire , Richard 66 cri'd , - ground ! " And cri'd ...
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... fight when they can fly no farther ; So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons ; So desperate thieves , all hopeless of their lives , Breathe out invectives ' gainst the officers . York . O , Clifford , but bethink thee once again ...
... fight when they can fly no farther ; So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons ; So desperate thieves , all hopeless of their lives , Breathe out invectives ' gainst the officers . York . O , Clifford , but bethink thee once again ...
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... fight , And we in them no hope to win the day ; So that we filed : the King unto the Queen ; Lord George your brother , Norfolk , and myself , In haste , post - haste , are come to join with you ; For in the marches here , we heard ...
... fight , And we in them no hope to win the day ; So that we filed : the King unto the Queen ; Lord George your brother , Norfolk , and myself , In haste , post - haste , are come to join with you ; For in the marches here , we heard ...
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Anne bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford Collier's folio crown death Dorset doth Duch Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Dyce Earl Earl of Surrey Eliz England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear friends Gent gentle give Gloster Grace gracious Grey hand hath hear heart Heaven Henry's Holinshed honour House of Lancaster House of York James Blunt Kath King Edward King Henry King's Lady Lancaster leave live Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings LOVELL Madam Margaret misprint Murd never noble octavo passage peace pity play poor pray Prince quartos Queen Ratcliff Rich Richmond royal SCENE Shakespeare shalt Sir Thomas Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak speech Stan Stanley sweet tell thee thine thou art Tower unto Warwick Wolsey word
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Page 114 - And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!
Page 46 - 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 65 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Page 168 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days : So full of dismal terror was the time.
Page 142 - Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them ; — Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace...
Page 395 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not...
Page 388 - s holiness. Nay then, farewell! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness; And from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Page 393 - I am fall'n indeed. Crom. How does your grace? Wol. Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Page 392 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 393 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes