The Works of William Shakespeare: King John. King Richard II. First part of King Henry IV. Second part of King Henry IV. King Henry VChapman and Hall, 1866 |
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... land . But once he slander'd me with bastardy : But whêr I be as true begot or no , That still I lay upon my ... land ? Bast . Because he hath a half - face , like my father , With that half - face ( 2 ) would he have all my land : A ...
... land . But once he slander'd me with bastardy : But whêr I be as true begot or no , That still I lay upon my ... land ? Bast . Because he hath a half - face , like my father , With that half - face ( 2 ) would he have all my land : A ...
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... land : Your tale must be , how he employ'd my mother . Rob . And once dispatch'd him in an embassy To Germany , there with the emperor To treat of high affairs touching that time . Th ' advantage of his absence took the king , And in ...
... land : Your tale must be , how he employ'd my mother . Rob . And once dispatch'd him in an embassy To Germany , there with the emperor To treat of high affairs touching that time . Th ' advantage of his absence took the king , And in ...
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... land , - Would I might never stir from off this place , I'd give it every foot to have this face ; I ( 6 ) would not be Sir Nob in any case . Eli . I like thee well : wilt thou forsake thy fortune , Bequeath thy land to him , and follow ...
... land , - Would I might never stir from off this place , I'd give it every foot to have this face ; I ( 6 ) would not be Sir Nob in any case . Eli . I like thee well : wilt thou forsake thy fortune , Bequeath thy land to him , and follow ...
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... land the worse . Well , now can I make any Joan a lady : - " Good den , Sir Richard : " - " God - a - mercy , fellow ; " - And if his name be George , I'll call him Peter ; For new - made honour doth forget men's names , - ' Tis too ...
... land the worse . Well , now can I make any Joan a lady : - " Good den , Sir Richard : " - " God - a - mercy , fellow ; " - And if his name be George , I'll call him Peter ; For new - made honour doth forget men's names , - ' Tis too ...
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... , mother , I am not Sir Robert's son ; I have disclaim'd Sir Robert ; and my land , Legitimation , name , and all is gone : Then , good my mother , let me know my father , - Some proper man , I hope : who was it SCENE I. ] 11 KING JOHN .
... , mother , I am not Sir Robert's son ; I have disclaim'd Sir Robert ; and my land , Legitimation , name , and all is gone : Then , good my mother , let me know my father , - Some proper man , I hope : who was it SCENE I. ] 11 KING JOHN .
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Page 481 - 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 : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Page 277 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will, not suffer it: — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Page 352 - 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 deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes?
Page 430 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,...
Page 120 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Page 352 - 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...
Page 169 - York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried,
Page 277 - Tis not due yet ; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Page 352 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st 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.