The plays (poems) of Shakespeare, ed. by H. Staunton, the illustr. by J. Gilbert engr. by the brothers Dalziel, Part 169, Volume 2 |
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... once heard , and thrice beaten . God save you , captain . BER . Is there any unkindness between my and you , monsieur ? lord PAR . I know not how I have deserved to run into my lord's displeasure . LAF . You have made shift to run into ...
... once heard , and thrice beaten . God save you , captain . BER . Is there any unkindness between my and you , monsieur ? lord PAR . I know not how I have deserved to run into my lord's displeasure . LAF . You have made shift to run into ...
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... once more to this captain Dumain . You have answered to his reputation with the duke , and to his valour . What is his honesty ? PAR . He will steal , sir , an egg " out of a cloister ; for rapes and ravishments he parallels Nessus . He ...
... once more to this captain Dumain . You have answered to his reputation with the duke , and to his valour . What is his honesty ? PAR . He will steal , sir , an egg " out of a cloister ; for rapes and ravishments he parallels Nessus . He ...
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... once both the office of God and the devil ? one brings thee in grace , and the other brings thee out . Trumpets sound . ] The king's coming , I know by his trumpets . - Sirrah , inquire further after me ; I had talk of you last night ...
... once both the office of God and the devil ? one brings thee in grace , and the other brings thee out . Trumpets sound . ] The king's coming , I know by his trumpets . - Sirrah , inquire further after me ; I had talk of you last night ...
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... once , " As in this king . ELY . We are blessed in the change . CANT . Hear him but reason in divinity , And , all - admiring , with an inward wish You would desire , the king were made a prelate : Hear him debate of commonwealth ...
... once , " As in this king . ELY . We are blessed in the change . CANT . Hear him but reason in divinity , And , all - admiring , with an inward wish You would desire , the king were made a prelate : Hear him debate of commonwealth ...
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... once the eagle England being in prey , To her unguarded nest the weasel Scot Comes sneaking , and so sucks her princely eggs ; Playing the mouse , in absence of the cat , To spoil and havoc more than she can eat . * EXE . It follows ...
... once the eagle England being in prey , To her unguarded nest the weasel Scot Comes sneaking , and so sucks her princely eggs ; Playing the mouse , in absence of the cat , To spoil and havoc more than she can eat . * EXE . It follows ...
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Page 680 - 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; Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Page 679 - 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 514 - Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And descant on mine own deformity. And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Page 418 - 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 63 - 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?
Page 145 - Made to his mistress' eye-brow. Then, a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice, In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd, With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances * ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful...
Page 679 - 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 for ever hide me.
Page 418 - So many years ere I shall shear the fleece ; So minutes, hours, days, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. 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' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth.